Lucky #14
I was in the car with TWD when I got the call. It wasn’t a call actually—it was an email—but “call” sounds way more dramatic, don’t…
Blogging on a Bridge
I am (and have been for two hours now) stuck on the Walt Whitman Bridge due to ice and snow and salt and plows. The only…
How To Date A British Guy: The Rules
As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men. I tried–…
Speaking of Nonsense…
Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is…
We Might Be Taking a Break…
Around noon, I received a surprising text message from TWD. “I haven’t talked to you since I left for work this morning. And you didn’t post…
The Trouble with Socks
As a dance teacher, I get lots of Christmas presents. I also get lots of New Years presents because amidst all the hustle and bustle of…
Where’s Branson When You Need Him?
It’s Sunday night and my mother and I are on our way to the WHYY building for a member’s only premiere party to celebrate the third…
I Think I’ll Just Rearrange His Living Room…
Something weird happened the other day. I was cleaning out my room as I do every year around this time and I found myself thinking, “Hmm……
The Day After New Years
I hate the day after New Years. The streets are littered with empty beer bottles, the roof deck is littered with silly string and the refrigerator…
The Great Ice Wars of 2012
If you don’t hear from me after today, it’s because The Great Ice Wars of 2012 have finally reached their inevitable conclusion and I’m lying dead…
Russell Crowe Just Isn’t Brooding Enough
In lieu of our annual trek to Toms River for Christmas Hibachi (an event rendered unnecessary now that the Abuelos are living with us) the Richter…
A Little Square Box
I’ve never had a boyfriend spend Christmas Eve before (perhaps because I’ve always ended my relationships just before the holidays) but now that I have, I’m…
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