Well that did not go according plan. I was sitting in Planned Parenthood, waiting for my annual exam and even though I had a great new novel in my purse, I couldn’t focus.…
Towards the end of every semester, I ask my anthropology students to conduct an inventory of their closets. It is both a nod to In Small Things Forgotten (the bible of…
I like to meditate. In theory at least. In truth, I only get around to it like twice a month, and even then I get bored after a few minutes, lose track of how many deep breaths…
On our first date, there was, amongst other things, mention of a wedding. It was for an old friend of his from high school and would be held on the day after Christmas in New…
Let’s talk about marathon runners, shall we? I don’t have anything against them personally, in fact when they’re not busy posting Facebook pictures of their race bibs, I…
Since when did urinating in public—in broad daylight—become okay? If it seems that I’m a bit obsessed with the art of peeing in Belgium, it’s because the entire tourism…
"Go to Walmart!" she concludes, which is exactly what I was going to say. We always send our problem customers to Walmart.
My first thought, upon heading into the physical therapist’s office, is “What’s with all these obese people lounging around on recliners and eating chips?” My second…
Last week, I had my month-out post op appointment with the neurosurgeon who performed my microdiscetomy last month. I was granted the all clear to resume…
If He’ll Eat Off the Floor, He’s On Your Team
Weekend Project: How to Make a Zen Meditation Cushion
Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing
When You’re Almost 30, It’s Time to Leap
This past weekend, 5 Reasons your Feel the Bern Friend won’t Shut Up: What Happened to Sanders Delegates at the DNC went semi-viral. 11,000 views and…
A wedding, it turns out, is only the first rite of passage through which one must pass in their quest for happily married bliss. Because after…
It’s common knowledge (or so I thought) that when you’re planning a bit of good ol’ fashioned political subterfuge, you’ve got to divvy up your resources.…
Today is my 31st birthday, so indulge me. Even if you’re sick of reading about the DNC, sick of hearing about Bernie Sanders and wondering why…
So far, I’ve painted a pretty grim picture of the Democratic National Convention. But the DNC wasn’t all doom and gloom. In fact, as frustrating, heart…
Let’s go about tying up some of these loose ends this morning, shall we? I’ve been blogging so sporadically over the past few months that it…
You know you’ve just about lost your mind when your plans for the day include the spray painting and subsequent bedazzling of a small ceramic dog…
I was living in London when my grandfather died, only he didn’t die quite as quickly as you’d think for a man who’d had a heart…
I’ve been through enough breakups (and failed real estate bids) to recognize the 5 Stages of Grief when I see them: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and…
This morning finds me sandwiched between two Hillary delegates at the PA delegation breakfast. One is advocating for nuclear energy (what???) but also happens to be…
