Operation Move the F*ck Out
I’m not quite sure when it started. Maybe when my grandparents moved in. Maybe when my parents called a “family meeting” to lecture me about my…
I’m not quite sure when it started. Maybe when my grandparents moved in. Maybe when my parents called a “family meeting” to lecture me about my…
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…
Recently I attended an in-service training day at the community college where I teach anthropology. This is interesting because A) they brought in a corporate communication…
This morning I went to Planned Parenthood. I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills and again in August just before my…
Online dating is a misnomer. At least that’s what I told everyone at my Online Dating 101 workshops earlier this year: get offline and get into…
I know that relationships are supposed to be love and sharing and all but sometimes I don’t want to share. Especially when it comes to chocolate. …
I’m having a serious case of writer’s block right now, which is unfortunate because I’m supposed to be writing a review of a performance I saw…
I like teaching anthropology, I really do. But after a while it starts to mess with your head. Take yesterday for example. I was sitting on…
Hi there. Remember me? I used to blog here? The thing about blogs is that they’re easy start. They’re less easy to maintain (especially when you…
One of the interesting things about teaching anthropology is that you end up wearing your anthropologist’s hat ALL of the time. As such, as simple purchase…
Here’s a little something I bet you didn’t know about me. I hate folding laundry. Like really hate it. I find that moving it around works…
Warning: I’m about to get kinda sappy. And philosophical. And I’m not even drinking. Earlier this year, my partner-in-crime took leave of our tap company, The…