I Can’t Go Home
I’m holed up at the coffee shop with my laptop and a chocolate chai latte, not because I’m feeling particularly inspired to write, but because I…
I’m holed up at the coffee shop with my laptop and a chocolate chai latte, not because I’m feeling particularly inspired to write, but because I…
I have a bit of a problem. Actually, it’s more than a bit of a problem—it’s kind of a big problem, and it’s caused more than…
Yesterday I wrote about my college boyfriend (who bought me the complete works of Jane Austen for Valentine’s Day) and my current beau, The Wedding Date…
I once had a professor in college who told me, “You’re extremely gifted. You’re going to have lots of opportunities come your way. But you must…
On Friday night, The Wedding Date told me he loved me. But I don’t think he was talking to me. I think he was talking to…
On Friday night, I feel asleep watching Star Wars. Again. This is a problem because The Wedding Date (my current beau for those of you just…
Relationships, I’m learning, are all about compromise. And shaving your legs way more often than anyone should this time of year, but mainly about compromise. This…
Its 12:05 and the Good Morning America folks still haven’t arrived. My poor mother has practically glued herself to the kitchen window (she’s keeping watch for…
Ever since I became aware of the fact that boys didn’t actually suck (and didn’t actually have cooties), I’ve kept a list: Must be tall, must…
I have issues with wedding readings. The last time I was asked to read at a wedding, it was for a friend from high school from…
“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on…
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…