Of Grandparents and Suitcases
The good thing about being an adjunct is that trekking across campus gives you the perfect excuse to purchase a trendy new laptop case (red leather,…
Okay Gentlemn-with-whom-I-share-a-bathroom
Okay gentlemen, I have to ask: how does one get chin stubble on the bottom of the soap dish? I don’t normally spend a lot of…
Put a Ring on It
I’ve always been rather suspect of marriage proposals made on Valentine’s Day. I consider them too predictable for my high-drama tastes, too commonplace. Plus they allow…
Data, A Love Story (and I thought I was crazy…)
Sometimes being a writer sucks. I was less than two glasses into my celebratory box-o-sangria when my agent emailed me regarding a new book called “Data,…
Wisdom from Downstairs: How Local Roads will End Gun Violence
My grandfather is a retired mechanic. Retired for thirty years mind you, and seeing as he never had the good sense to take up golf or…
Lucky #14
I was in the car with TWD when I got the call. It wasn’t a call actually—it was an email—but “call” sounds way more dramatic, don’t…
Blogging on a Bridge
I am (and have been for two hours now) stuck on the Walt Whitman Bridge due to ice and snow and salt and plows. The only…
How To Date A British Guy: The Rules
As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men. I tried–…
Speaking of Nonsense…
Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is…
We Might Be Taking a Break…
Around noon, I received a surprising text message from TWD. “I haven’t talked to you since I left for work this morning. And you didn’t post…
The Trouble with Socks
As a dance teacher, I get lots of Christmas presents. I also get lots of New Years presents because amidst all the hustle and bustle of…
Where’s Branson When You Need Him?
It’s Sunday night and my mother and I are on our way to the WHYY building for a member’s only premiere party to celebrate the third…
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