This Time Last Year
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…
He Who Took My Breath Away
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…
Yoga Yuppies Part 2
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…
Those Yuppie Yoga Couples
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…
(Dis)illusions of Grandeur
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…
