Come Hell and High Water AND High-Heeled Tap Shoes
I don’t know what to do with myself now that I’m not emailing my co-producer 63 times a day (I swear, if you took a look…
Why Angry People Should Stick to Home Exercise
“You f*cking b*tch!” The blond chick with the chunky red highlights ignores me, so I add a curt “I hate you!” under my breath. Of course,…
Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?
Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending…
Gettin’ Crafty
Amazing what a morning off and a mocha chai latte can do for one’s mental state. I am feeling better. Zen even, despite the fact that…
Tchaikovsky Bites Again
After listing my reasons for purchasing an economy sized-nutcracker for my preschoolers earlier this week you’d think that I’d be particularly careful with the linchpin of…
Tis the (Nutcracker) Season
I’ve spent the past half hour brushing, braiding, bobby pinning and—last but not least—bedazzling the rather matted mane of my American Girl doll. Why? Because tomorrow…
(Dis)illusions of Grandeur
Author’s proofs suck. It’s not enough that you’ve already spent months researching and writing your piece, and that you’ve responded to all of the editor’s queries…
The Conversation
After the art gallery, the bowling alley, the sports bar and a few days in between to recover from my marathon five-hour date with the Man…
The Art Show
My first thought, as I pull up to the corner where I’ve agreed to meet the Man from Marshalls, is “Oh God, he’s wearing his baseball…
To Disclose or Not to Disclose?
For our second date, the Man from Marshalls and I are going to an art gallery. An actual art gallery! It’s an opening reception, to be…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 