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…
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…
Today’s the day. By which I mean the love of my life and I are going to get dressed, head downtown, and circle the block to…
Okay, I would like to state, for the record, that I have gone an entire week without posting anything wedding-related. I also told PIC that we…
Shortly after my second date with PIC, I told my family, “I’m going to marry this man.” My mother’s response was, “Yeah, okay…” My brother’s was,…
It’s my favorite gallery in my favorite building in what is, arguably, my very favorite place to be on a Friday night: the Philadelphia Museum of…
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…
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…
If you write a blog about dating, should you tell the man you’re dating? I get this question a lot actually (especially after last Monday’s post),…
I’ve spent the better part of my life wondering if love is real or not. On good days, I think it’s a feeling, an emotion, an…
We’re on the train, the new boyfriend and I, heading downtown from his apartment in the suburbs. I’m writing a blog post on my phone and…
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…
Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a…