Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was…
Not THAT Kind of Water
So remember my plants? The little half-dead seedlings from the Plant Hospital that my mom was helping me to resurrect? Well, it turns out they need…
Confessions of a Plant Killer
My mom is, amongst other things, a fabulous gardener and florist. She does wedding flowers, volunteers for the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, leads workshops, judges garden contests…
How to Date a World Cup-Watcher
The bad thing about dating European men (aside from the obvious fact that their shoes are always nicer than yours) is that they like the World…
A Revelation in Sequins
Last week, I went out with my friend Katie for drinks at the Moshulu (a swanky tall-ship-cum-restaurant a few blocks away, at which I can afford…
The Pretty Hair Professor
As a freshman in college, I managed to talk my way into an upper level art history course taught by a visiting professor from Johns Hopkins…
Date 2, Part 2
Okay, getting back to last Sunday’s date. I do not throw up. Nor do I retreat. I keep putting one foot in front of the other,…
Throwback Thursday: The Latina Barbie
I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So…
My House Obsessing System
If all goes according to plan, I will become an official home owner in exactly three weeks. This means, amongst other things, that I have no…
Plagiarism… in Dating
As an adjunct instructor at a community college, I’ve gotten pretty good at catching plagiarism. It happens every semester—literally every semester. Sometimes I wonder how these…
What Happens in Atlantic City…
Being a good Sou’ Philadelphian, I spent the weekend “down the shore” at my parents’ beach rental with my college roommate. At least that was the…
Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
In my infinite wisdom, I decided to wear my (fake) snakeskin peep toe stilettos this morning. Why? Well, I was teaching my first summer class of…
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