Notes from the Dressing Room
I blame The Lady Hoofers. Whenever I don’t post, it’s because of my tap company (or my anthropology students, or House of Cards, or Downton Abbey,…
I blame The Lady Hoofers. Whenever I don’t post, it’s because of my tap company (or my anthropology students, or House of Cards, or Downton Abbey,…
If January is the month for making New Year’s Resolutions, February is the month for breaking them. And so, in the spirit of camaraderie, I offer…
In late September, 2011, I met my now ex, TWD, at Cuba Libre in Old City. It was our first date. It was not, however, my…
I blame Facebook— Facebook and human nature, but mainly Facebook. It’s hard enough not to stalk your ex-boyfriend (which is why I un-friended mine minutes after…
Have I mentioned that I’m now teaching at one studio in Center City, one studio out in the ‘burbs, one high school in New Jersey and…
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:…
I was supposed to be celebrating Valentine’s Day with TWD tomorrow night. It would have been our third Valentine’s Day together (a first for me) and…
Last week, I met with my boss (one of my bosses, I should say) to request a promotion to Senior Adjunct Status. I had to go…
It’s been one month. One month—with enough snow to make anybody suicidal— and somehow I’m still waking up every morning, putting one foot in front of…
So I stumbled 40 Days of Dating recently. I don’t know how I missed it—it’s been all over the news and in magazines and supposedly they’re…
I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’ve never been a proper extrovert but there was a time, a long, long time ago now, that I…