A Case of Renegade Socks
It’s time for another double header, but this time I’m not talking about dating. I’m talking about dancing—or rather the teaching of dancing. I have dress…
It’s time for another double header, but this time I’m not talking about dating. I’m talking about dancing—or rather the teaching of dancing. I have dress…
In preparing for (and recovering from) my 50th date, I neglected to mention that I’ve met the man of my dreams. (And no, my 50th date…
Yesterday I received a rather confounding email from philly2night, the City of Brotherly Love’s official guide to all things nightlife. (I’m not quite cool enough to…
When I’m not busy stressing about boys, sequined booty shorts, photo shoots and whether or not my students will ever learn that they cannot wear socks…
Sometimes I can write two (or even three) blogs entries in one day. Today, however, is not one of those times so click here for today’s…
Back in October, The Preschool (where I teach creative movement five mornings a week) hosted a Breast Cancer awareness event. Unfortunately, I never got the memo…
Amazing what a morning off and a mocha chai latte can do for one’s mental state. I am feeling better. Zen even, despite the fact that…
He who was following me on Twitter is no longer following me on Twitter. One can only presume that he read the associated blog post and…
The (m)anthropology continues with another “type” gleaned from my so-called fieldwork: Man 4.0. So far, we’ve had the Impressionists (men who like to impress their women),…
Last week I launched my official 50th Date Challenge. For those of you just joining us, this entailed re-writing all of my online dating profiles (yes,…
Date #9 is now following you on Twitter. Well now, there’s an email I never thought I’d receive. It’s not that I’ve never heard from one…
May 1st? Seriously? When did that happen? After April 30th, presumably, but still: I can’t believe May is here already! Today will find me once again…