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Money, Money, Money

For those of you who might think that PIC and I are rushing into things (we we just celebrated out one year anniversary this past weekend), fear not: pending final approval, we’re getting married under the care of Trenton Friends Meeting. This means (amongst other things) that we’re going through…

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Menstrual Cups: The Ultimate Feminist Travel Accessory

I like to live on the edge. Which is why I decide that the day I’m wearing a string bikini on my first international holiday with PIC (and his parents) is the perfect opportunity to try out my new Diva Cup. The Diva Cup, for those of you who don’t…

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Writing Wednesday: Middlesex after Midnight

I did not mean to suggest in Monday’s post the Middlesex is melodramatic. It is, but not in a bad way. It is a book that I both love and hate—love because it is so good and hate because it is so good, in the same way that I both…

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It’s Passport Time

Several years ago, back when I was taking my work as a writer a bit more seriously, I went to a conference for travel bloggers in Denver. It was my first time ever attending anything of the sort. I didn’t know back then that if the PR folks from an…

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The Great Hammock Wars

Despite my freak rowboat accident, I am mildly obsessed with the Spruce Street Harbor Park. Firstly, it makes me proud to be a Philadelphian. Our waterfront pales in comparison to cities like Baltimore and Pittsburgh but whenever a bunch of non profits and city planners come together and get it…

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When You Don’t Have Time to Blog

Okay world, it’s time to let you all in on a little secret. Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t wake up at 6:00am every morning. When I manage to publish a new blog post by 7:30 it’s because I’ve written it the day before. Blogs like mine, you see, have…

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Must Love Dancing

You’ll have to forgive me.  I really do intend to stop writing about TWD eventually but the more I write, the more things make sense and the more things make sense, the better I feel. TWD was a great dancer.  He was the greatest dancer I ever dated and when…

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Plan B

96 days ago I had meltdown. (I seem to have a lot of meltdowns these days so I feel the need to be specific.) I was sitting in a cabin in the Poconos with my boyfriend-at-the-time, and despite there being a fireplace, and wine, and snow (back when snow was…

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Trouble, Part 2

So TWD and I picked ourselves a song a while back.  I’ve written about it before.  It’s a bachata version of Stand by Me by Latin artist Prince Royce.  We tried to request it on the cruise during Latin Night but the DJ spoke neither English nor Spanish and wasn’t…

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Trouble on the High Seas

The astute amongst you might have realized that I’ve returned from the Bahamas only to leave Philadelphia again without so much as a word here at Fieldwork in Stilettos.  That’s because… well, there’s lots of reasons really, but let’s just say stuff is bound to come up when you spend…

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Just the Seven of Us…

Did I mention that TWD and I are going on another cruise?  Well, we are.  Only this time it’s going to be a bit different from last year’s trip to Bermuda. Firstly, I’m not worried about us breaking up this time.  (I was, admittedly, a bit concerned last summer—the longest…

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When Your Rock Crumbles

I went to an audition a few weeks ago and ran into a former co-worker.  We hadn’t seen each other in a while so after a few minutes of talking about the actual audition, we got down to business: boyfriends. “He’s my rock,” she said.  “I’m an artist, you know? …

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