Date 2, Part 2
Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other,…
Throwback Thursday: The Latina Barbie
I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So…
My Second First Date
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve just finished teaching my weekly Beginner/Intermediate tap class at Koresh but I’m having trouble breathing. I feel,…
The Break Up FAQs
Last week, I met a girlfriend for happy hour in Old City. We were halfway through a plate of curly fries when the inevitable questions began.…
How to Bedazzle Tap Shoes
I have a new system. A new how-to-avoid-murdering-my-loan-officer system to be precise. (This morning I received an email requesting an “explanation of the non-employment deposit of…
Throwback Thursday: How to Outsmart eHarmony
I wrote this three years ago. Three years ago and people are still commenting on the original post. (Seriously, I woke up at 6:00am to the…
My House Obsessing System
If all goes according to plan, I will become an official home owner in exactly three weeks. This means, amongst other things, that I have no…
Plagiarism… in Dating
As an adjunct instructor at a community college, I’ve gotten pretty good at catching plagiarism. It happens every semester—literally every semester. Sometimes I wonder how these…
What Happens in Atlantic City…
Being a good Sou’ Philadelphian, I spent the weekend “down the shore” at my parents’ beach rental with my college roommate. At least that was the…
The Capitalist Kool-Aid
When I’m not busy daydreaming about kitchen cabinets or whether or not it would be possible to paint an accent wall to resemble Islamic tile, the…
The Forgotten Anniversary
Oh my God. Today is May 20th. May 20th!!! Do you have any idea how significant this is? No? Well, I’ll tell you. May 20th means…
Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
In my infinite wisdom, I decided to wear my (fake) snakeskin peep toe stilettos this morning. Why? Well, I was teaching my first summer class of…
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