Date #3
When Date #3 suggests we meet at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I have a minor conniption. I love the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and I…
When Date #3 suggests we meet at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I have a minor conniption. I love the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and I…
So I’m standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up. But there’s something strange about this particular #57. In…
I had forgotten how much work goes into dating. And it’s all related to hair: combing, trimming, scrunching, tweezing, plucking and so on and so forth. …
I’m three days into my latest ethnographic experiment: three months on match.com. So far, I’ve received 24 “winks,” 19 emails and one invitation to go salsa…
Last week, sitting outside the Senior Editor’s office at Quaker Magazine Headquarters with a pile of manuscripts in my lap, I had a brilliant idea. “Hey!”…