Tis the (Nutcracker) Season
I’ve spent the past half hour brushing, braiding, bobby pinning and—last but not least—bedazzling the rather matted mane of my American Girl doll. Why? Because tomorrow…
I’ve spent the past half hour brushing, braiding, bobby pinning and—last but not least—bedazzling the rather matted mane of my American Girl doll. Why? Because tomorrow…
Once upon a time (1978), in a land far, far away (upstate New York) there lived a young princess. In truth, she was not a real…
Exactly one year ago, I left London. The night before my departure, my then-boyfriend and I caught the bus to Piccadilly Circus. “Can’t we take the…
Cardiovascular prowess is not my greatest strength. This became abundantly clear to me a few nights ago about halfway into my solo tap performance, when, after…
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…
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…
Author’s proofs suck. It’s not enough that you’ve already spent months researching and writing your piece, and that you’ve responded to all of the editor’s queries…
Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to…
Here’s a little known secret about Yours Truly: I live with my parents. I pay rent, and I have my own bathroom, but still: I live…
I’m sitting at my desk, snacking on raw almonds and thinking “Hmm, these nuts are rather nice without chocolate, actually” when my phone rings. It’s a…
Houston, we have another problem. It’s goes a little something like this (and before you congratulate me on becoming Date #17’s official girlfriend, I should confess…
Welcome to the new and improved “After I Quit My Day Job.” You’ll notice that I’ve replaced the Philadelphia skyline with a background of delightful lavender…