Big and White (And No, This Post is NOT about Getting Married)
I’ve learned, in my five and a half days as a bride-to-be, that sometimes you’ve got to take a step back. It’s no easy feat, planning…
Breadsticks and the Bridal Brain
It’s just before noon and I decide, after several rather delirious hours of congratulatory messages, that I had better eat something other than Cracklin’ Oat Bran.…
The Best Birthday Gift Ever
Shortly after my second date with PIC, I told my family, “I’m going to marry this man.” My mother’s response was, “Yeah, okay…” My brother’s was,…
FAQ at the PMA (Or, How PIC Popped the Question)
It’s my favorite gallery in my favorite building in what is, arguably, my very favorite place to be on a Friday night: the Philadelphia Museum of…
When in England, Don’t Say “Pants”
I’m going to take a break from telling embarrassing stories about my brother today and tell one about myself instead: Once upon a place (Oxford University,…
