Sunday Afternoon: Stranger Than Fiction
When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves. (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry…
Have Coffee, Will Conference
Later this month, because I’m every bit at schizophrenic in my approach to professional development as I am in my approach to men, I’m taking some…
There’s a Reason I’m Ignoring You
It’s officially fall here in the City of Brotherly Love. I know this because A) I’m back at my favorite coffee shop drinking my first non-iced…
“The American Heiress” by Daisy Goodwin
It was so much easier to get married in the nineteenth century. I know this not because I majored in history as an undergraduate or because…
My Stickiest, Mitchum-worthy Moment, Part 2
So there I was, sitting in the park with the members of my book club (and rather miffed about the fact that we’d gone from discussing…
