Blogging on a Bridge

I am (and have been for two hours now) stuck on the Walt Whitman Bridge due to ice and snow and salt and plows. The only…

How To Date A British Guy: The Rules

As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men. I tried–…

Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is…

Around noon, I received a surprising text message from TWD. “I haven’t talked to you since I left for work this morning. And you didn’t post…

As a dance teacher, I get lots of Christmas presents. I also get lots of New Years presents because amidst all the hustle and bustle of…

It’s Sunday night and my mother and I are on our way to the WHYY building for a member’s only premiere party to celebrate the third…

Something weird happened the other day. I was cleaning out my room as I do every year around this time and I found myself thinking, “Hmm……

I hate the day after New Years. The streets are littered with empty beer bottles, the roof deck is littered with silly string and the refrigerator…