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A Valentine’s Day Miracle

Let’s start with last Friday.  Last Friday I went to the Art Museum.  Again.  I’m practically living at the art museum these days.  It’s great really: you get all the trappings of a great date (decent wine, an excuse to get dressed up, people watching, etc.) but you don’t actually have to be on a…

The Grass. Its Greener. On the Other Side.

When I’m not busy worrying about my career, my love life and my abject inability to put my laundry away in a timely fashion, I like to worry about having kids.  I love kids, and I know I’m good with kids, but from what I understand, there’s more to being a parent than reading stories…

Remember Date #6?

Welcome to another installment of My Single Male Friend Friday.  This week’s eligible bachelor is none other Date #6 (although I’ve yet to get his permission to post a photo so you’ll just have to take me word on this one: he’s cute). You may recall Date #6 from the early days of my Great…

Just Another (Writing) Wednesday

6:30am Sh*t! I’ve overslept!  I’ve got classes to teach! 6:35am Right.  It’s summer vacation.  Back to sleep… 7:00am I really wish Date #7 was here right now. 7:05am I really, really wish Date #7 was here right now. 7:06am I wonder if he’s gotten my letter yet? 7:07am Of course not.  He’s still on vacation. …

Why I Need to Stop Doing Yoga

So I know yoga is supposed to be all about cleaning your mind and such but I’ve always believed that physical exertion should be rewarded.  This is why the last time I took a ballet class at Koresh (approximately 2.5 years ago) I headed straight from the ladies room to the Cuban restaurant on Pine…

Skating and Dating

Here’s a tip: if you’re rather touchy about your ice skating skills (or lack thereof in my case), do not agree to hit the rink with a man who just happens to coach ice hockey in his spare time.  It’s not often that my dates leave me feeling completely discombobulated without the benefit of alcohol. …

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…

Those Yuppie Yoga Couples

It’s not that I want to be one of those yuppie couples who spend their Saturday mornings carting their matching yoga mats through the sophisticated suburbs of Cherry Hill or Mt. Airy, discussing the merits of soy vs. almond milk as they head to their weekly “Couples Yoga” class.  It just that… okay, I do…