The Return of Date #4
Well here’s an unexpected development. I’ve already mentioned that my return to Match.com has uncovered some repeat offenders and this is to be expected (surely I’m…
The Ladies that Lunch
Yesterday I drove to Baltimore to spend the day at Goucher College, my alma mater. The official reason for my visit was a luncheon at the…
A Brief Recap of My Saturday Night Salsa Date
Upon hearing the ring of the front door bell: He’s picking me up! He’s picking me up! Upon discovering said date was wearing sneakers: Sneakers? Seriously? …
Bored with Brasil’s
The next time I get the urge to go salsa dancing can someone please remind me that I don’t actually like salsa dancing? It’s true. I…
Photo(s) of the Week: The Fine Print
Call me crazy, but if you’re the sort to requires the following: And you look to the local bargain basement for all your “Identigene” needs: Do…
My Single Male Friend Friday? Mea Culpa…
I have a confession to make: I’ve been a very bad journalist. Today was supposed to be My Single Male Friend Friday but this week’s single…
Vintage Ladies and Vintage Wines or, An Afternoon with my Abuela
Tuesday’s debate about cultural assimilation (as it applies to dating, of course) reminded me of a conversation I had with my grandmother last week. She came…
Not Quite Writing Wednesday
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming (ie. Writing Wednesday) to bring you this important message: I’m thinking that I ought to rename this blog “Adventures in…
Is it a “Cultural Thing?”
Assimilation is a hot topic these days. Whether it’s Tony Blair talking about the integration of Muslim immigrants in Britain (or the lack thereof, as he…
Please Step Away from the Cinnamon Bun
The Charlotte Douglas International Airport is a force to be reckoned with. Starbucks outnumber restrooms and Cinnabun franchises—don’t even get me started on the moral dilemma…
Thoughts from Tallahassee
Plenary sessions, I have come to believe, are designed to scare off would-be academics. You put a bunch of professors in a room together, they bemoan…
The Story of the Man Behind the Flowers (Finally!)
About a week and a half ago, I woke up at 5:00am and found myself consumed—oddly enough—by both terror and hope. Why? Well, naturally, I blame…
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