A Marshmallow for Robert
I’ve always had a fear of college cafeterias. That whole walking around with a tray thing, trying to figure out where to sit, hoping you won’t…
What Happened Last Week
I’m sorry for last week—for getting you all excited about my return to “regular” posting only to leaving you hanging with a single, solitary, charming-but-rather-daft post…
The Case of the Broken Sled (or, a Surprise in My Bed)
I wrote but never published the following post as my last relationship was falling apart last winter. A few weeks ago, we got into a fight…
The Story Begins
Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as…
Nightclub Navigation
The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very…
29, Here I Come
Today is my 29th birthday. I am (dare I say it?) happy. I am spending the morning in my favorite coffee shop, drinking my favorite summer…
The End, The Beginning
It’s midnight or so, just after last week’s fireworks, and I’m on the roof deck with my brother, The European and my friend Casey, who I…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 