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…
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…
Feel, Felt, Found (or how to deal with difficult people)
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…
Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?
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…
Sick of Being Single? Create a Match.com Summer Singles Event and Win!
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…
Chocolate is (not) for sharing
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. …
Writer’s Block
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…
Of Musical Chairs and Capitalism
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…
The Time I Tried to Shop at Burlington Coat Factory
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…
Sushi in a Box
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…
Folding Boyfriend for Hire?
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…
Sometimes it’s Okay to Be Needy
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…
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