Data, A Love Story (and I thought I was crazy…)
Sometimes being a writer sucks. I was less than two glasses into my celebratory box-o-sangria when my agent emailed me regarding a new book called “Data,…
Sometimes being a writer sucks. I was less than two glasses into my celebratory box-o-sangria when my agent emailed me regarding a new book called “Data,…
It’s 5:00am. I’m awake debating whether I should blow my Christmas bonus at Victoria’s Secret (sexy underwear for my weekend in Manhattan with TWD) or Macy’s…
If you’ve been single for a while, it’s easy to find yourself feeling low on confidence. Many singles develop an idea of where they think they…
A few months ago, my partner-in-crime and I had the brilliant idea to expand our little act into a full blown company. The Lady Hoofers held…
Evidently, when you’re celebrating Halloween at an archaeology museum, Indiana Jones is a rather popular costume choice. The Wedding Date and I spent all after working…
Here is what I don’t get about Halloween: Halloween Greeting Cards: Seriously? What is the point? If you’re going to mail a child a greeting card…
With Hurricane Sandy threatening to wallop the majority of the Eastern Seaboard, most sensible folks are out loading up on bottled water and extra batteries for…
This why people get fat. I’m in the car, on my way to The Wedding Date’s house from the Oak Lane Library in northeast Philly where…
I watch enough reality TV to know that there are some very stupid reasons to get married. That hasn’t stopped me, however, from compiling the following…
I’ve been avoiding this post for a while. It’s too personal. It’s not fun. And there’s really no way to even inject a bit of humor…
I’m ogling bedspreads at Ikea when it finally hits me: I’m staying. Staying here. In the US. In Philadelphia. Not moving back to London. It’s like…
Upon finding myself implicated in yet another “Single Bridezilla” debate (this time written by an Australian journalist who contacted me for an interview last week) I…