Technically, We “Went” to the Gym
For our cruise to Bermuda, I packed six pairs of shoes, five bathing suits, four dresses, three hats, two gowns, and an entire week’s worth of…
Friday with The Wedding Date
I’d forgotten what a pain in the butt it can be to prepare for a picnic when you live in the city and don’t own a…
Ain’t No Teddy Bears on This Picnic
Sushi it is. And bread. And cheese (three varieties to be exact. I got to Whole Foods and just couldn’t control myself). And prosciutto (he is…
Queen of the Buffet
I discovered three interesting things about myself and life in general yesterday. It was Day #1 of the Philadelphia’s Writer Conference and as such, I found…
Date #16
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
Date #9
I was sitting in Café Fulya yesterday debating whether or not I should schedule two dates for one day, which (because I’d have to change outfits,…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 