His Love of BJs
My fiancé is obsessed with BJs. And no, I’m not talking about the sexual act. I’m talking about the store. The damn bulk warehouse store. I,…
My fiancé is obsessed with BJs. And no, I’m not talking about the sexual act. I’m talking about the store. The damn bulk warehouse store. I,…
Okay, so what I’m hearing is talking about something as mundane as teeth brushing actually excites all of you? And here I’ve been wasting time trying…
No, this is not another rant about how weird and archaic it is to sit around waiting for the man you love to pop the question…
Here is how I know that there’s an engagement ring in my future. Last week, upon finding myself very angry at PIC for a number of…
Hi, remember me? The girl who used to blog here? Well, I’m back. Again. But this time it’s for good and I’m finally going to start…
I hated softball as a kid. Hated it. But my mom is a big Title IX fan and my dad wanted me to play so I…
After finally finishing Middlesex, which ended just as brilliantly as it began, I decided to check out The Virgin Suicides, also by Jeffrey Euginides, a book…
As an adjunct professor of cultural anthropology, I’ve grown accustomed to my white students blaming their black classmates for their own failure to qualify for financial…
I suppose it’s time to tell you: I came back to my house yesterday—my house, the one with the thrice scrubbed floors that still feel and…
This time around was easy: I mailed the book I’d borrowed from The European back to his house, pushed the magnets he’d given me to the…
I never to go to bars by myself and I never do tequila shots but its 10:00pm on Friday night, about 12 hours before I have…
So I’m in the shower, thinking (it’s where I do my best thinking), when I realize I haven’t heard anything from the editor for the last…