Wisdom from Downstairs: How Local Roads will End Gun Violence
My grandfather is a retired mechanic. Retired for thirty years mind you, and seeing as he never had the good sense to take up golf or…
My grandfather is a retired mechanic. Retired for thirty years mind you, and seeing as he never had the good sense to take up golf or…
As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men. I tried–…
Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is…
As a dance teacher, I get lots of Christmas presents. I also get lots of New Years presents because amidst all the hustle and bustle of…
If you don’t hear from me after today, it’s because The Great Ice Wars of 2012 have finally reached their inevitable conclusion and I’m lying dead…
Every year I think to myself “This is going to be the year that I finish my Christmas shopping on time!” I have visions of spending…
I’ve been trying to be more understanding about children in coffee shops lately. Really, I have. I know it’s unhealthy to sit around thinking so many…
It’s about midnight when my dad and I decide to stop at Wawa. We’re on our way down to Hoopers Island for the Black Friday Martini…
Somewhere between The Wedding Date’s house and his parents’, I began to panic. Not because I was about to sit down to dinner with folks who…
I am very thankful this year: A) I remembered my grandfather’s car does NOT have EZPASS before zipping through the toll booths on my way to…
On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date. “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!”…
Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that The Wedding Date’s kids aren’t six-year old girls. You know: the kind I teach on a regular basis? …