A Scandal at Sea
Sunday marked a year since I met The Wedding Date. Today marks a month until we set sail on our first cruise as a couple. To…
Sunday marked a year since I met The Wedding Date. Today marks a month until we set sail on our first cruise as a couple. To…
We’re lounging on the beach in Dingman’s Ferry covertly sipping wine, sangria and various rum concoctions from our water bottles when my friend suddenly announces that…
It’s a good thing that I don’t harbor any secret aspirations to climb Mount Everest. Firstly, my mother would probably kill me. Secondly, a weekend in…
I have officially died and gone to heaven. And by heaven, I mean Denver, Colorado. Specifically The Oxford Hotel, a luxury “boutique” hotel in the heart…
This week’s photo was in fact taken in Edinburgh (congratulations to Siobhan, aka Gringita and Diane). I’m wearing a velvet blazer and a teal t-shirt borrowed…
It seemed like a good idea at the time: we were underage and too broke to fly anywhere for Spring Break. (If you missed yesterday’s post,…
Okay, okay… I know that the title of today’s post is actually a command and not a question (and that the question mark, therefore, is totally…
Later this month, because I’m every bit at schizophrenic in my approach to professional development as I am in my approach to men, I’m taking some…
It’s that time again: time for me to quit whining about my love life and let someone else take center stage while I continue fretting over…
A week from today, I’ll be off to Pittsburgh and on my way to spend the weekend with Date #7. This means that between now and…
Before I pick up where we left off yesterday with the contents of Date #7’s email, I need to explain something: I love Italy. I love…
Despite having spent yesterday listing the reasons why America should not have declared its independence from Great Britain, I think it’s time for this particular American…