Breadsticks and the Bridal Brain
It’s just before noon and I decide, after several rather delirious hours of congratulatory messages, that I had better eat something other than Cracklin’ Oat Bran.…
It’s just before noon and I decide, after several rather delirious hours of congratulatory messages, that I had better eat something other than Cracklin’ Oat Bran.…
Shortly after my second date with PIC, I told my family, “I’m going to marry this man.” My mother’s response was, “Yeah, okay…” My brother’s was,…
It’s my favorite gallery in my favorite building in what is, arguably, my very favorite place to be on a Friday night: the Philadelphia Museum of…
I like to think of myself as feminist. Some days I even think I’m a good feminist, but when it comes to getting engaged, I find…
Sunday night, late January. “Hello?” It’s 11:00pm. I’ve just come home from watching Downton Abbey at a friend’s house and even though I’ve just called out…