How to Piss off a Woman in 5 Easy Steps: The Contractor(s) from Hell
This past weekend I went to the Philadelphia Home Show. Why? Well, I’m a homeowner now. I’m renovating my house. And there’s nothing I enjoy more…
Weekend Project: How to Make a Zen Meditation Cushion
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…
Downton Abbey: The Price of Good Wine
Okay, don’t kill me but Downton Abbey just isn’t doing it for me this year. This may be because I don’t have a TV in my…
Writing Wednesday: How to Ask for Help
Here is how it goes down. This time is was not Jeffrey Euginides but rather Liane Moriarty, an Australian NY Times-bestselling author and in this particular…
Painting in the Dark
I thought I knew it all. I thought I had it all figured out. I’d read every brochure, every guide, every scrap of literature in the…
Throwback Thursday: Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
The college semester is starting up again although I lucked out with an extra week of prep time thanks to Martin Luther King Day. Here’s a…
Writing Wednesday: Confessions of a Library Junkie
After finally finishing Middlesex, which ended just as brilliantly as it began, I decided to check out The Virgin Suicides, also by Jeffrey Euginides, a book…
The Great Rose Petal Debacle
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…
There’s No Such Thing as Race
As an adjunct professor of cultural anthropology, I’ve grown accustomed to my white students blaming their black classmates for their own failure to qualify for financial…
Above Average
The average American male, upon finding himself in the kitchen of a woman he’s just met on the morning after their second date, would probably skedaddle…
The 12 Hour Marathon Date
You know those people who go on first dates that last like for 12 hours? With men they meet on the internet? Those people confound me.…
The De-Stringing
So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that…
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