My First Field Trip… as the Chaperone
Two years ago, world-renown tap dancer Savion Glover, came to London. Having danced with one of his co-stars during my days in the New Jersey Tap…
My “So What?” Saturday
So what if my favorite café was out of my favorite bagel on Thursday (and I’d been salivating all day for it)? Friday’s barista made me…
The Empire Strikes Back
On the occasion of yet another afternoon’s humiliation suffered at the hands of Temple University, the anthropologist in me feels compelled to offer a few remarks…
My Continued Adventures on eHARMony
You’ll have noticed that I’ve not said much about eHarmony lately. This is because eHarmony sucks. If it wasn’t for the fact that I still, on…
Writing Wednesday: Adventures in Social Awkwardness
Over the weekend, I went to my second meeting of the Philadelphia Writer’s Meetup. For those of you unfamiliar with Meetup, it’s a website that allows…
Single on the Superbowl- Thank Goodness!
I was planning to post the final installment of my Valentine’s Day horror stories today but on account of yesterday having been the sporting event of…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part II
Valentine’s Day 2004: The honor of my second-worst VDay goes to my first boyfriend as well. (Sorry.) Although I didn’t realize it at the time, I…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part 1
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and, if it’s after noon in your country, add a shot of your favorite adult beverage because it’s time for…
My Best Valentine’s Day (Obviously Not This Year)
Valentine’s Day. You had to see it coming. I can’t write a blog that’s primarily about dating and let the holiday slip by unnoticed, even though…
Then Again, Maybe Not
It’s been over 36 hours since I sent my cheeky little text to PSM#2. Not that I’m counting, but if I was I’d have come to…
Why I Enjoy Paying Taxes
For the second year in a row, I’ve earned enough money as a freelancer to pay taxes. Despite the unending paperwork that goes along with working…
Boys and the Blogosphere
It’s no fun being sunburned when the majority of your daily interactions include two rather rambunctious dogs and a gaggle of equally rambunctious preschoolers. Don’t touch…
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