A Rock Obama

Because I get a kick out of trying to turn my preschoolers into “global citizens” at the tender age of three, we have a world map posted in the dance studio and every once in a while, I’ll trade Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes for a little civics lesson. “Where do we live?” I asked…

Happy (We Should Not Have Declared) Independence Day

Today is July 2nd.  This means that we’re halfway through the Wawa Welcome America eleven-day July 4th extravaganza.  You think I’m kidding?  It began last week with the first of three fireworks displays and will conclude with an “eye-popping, jaw-dropping, light-up-the-sky fireworks display” (“the nation’s largest free outdoor Fourth of July concert”) on Ben Franklin…

Speed Dating: An Accident (waiting to happen)

Okay, I know I just finished writing “enough is enough” (and subsequently cancelling all of my online dating subscriptions) but my little “breakthrough” took place after I’d already committed to a night of speed dating.  (Leave no stone unturned, and all that.)  For those of you who’ve somehow managed to escape the many trials and…

My Own Personal Memorial Day

In honor of Memorial Day and the fact that I’m too busy relaxing to write, I thought I’d pilfer a bit of amusement penned by Yours Truly exactly one year ago. This was written before I was Freshly Pressed for the first time (which means it will be new to all but the most loyal…

PSM#2, Part 2

After my first date with PSM#2, I found myself looking forward to our second meeting with entirely too much enthusiasm.  My brief dalliance with Date #4 taught me that the more you look forward to seeing someone, the more they’re going to disappoint you.  Time spent preparing for a date is inversely proportional to the…

Yoga Yuppies Part 2

A new post two days in a row?  I know, I know: I rock, even if it’s only at the expense of the magazine article I was supposed to be finishing tonight.  Consider the following a little Happy Thanksgiving gift, or rather the result of a few too many drinks at Monday Margarita Madness… Date…

Thirtieth Time’s a Charm

I have a confession to make: Monday morning’s post took me a rather long time to write—three days, in fact— because the men in my life refuse to let me finish writing about them before they make their next moves.  I really wish they would stop doing this.  Don’t they understand the basic conventions of…

A Liaison in the Library

Today, something brilliant happened.  I ran into a friend at the library.  Now before you get all excited, I should confess that this friend happens to be happily married, and she was there with her new baby so if you were hoping for another titillating “We went for a stroll along the river and then…