Somehow I’m 17 Again…
In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.” At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of…
Date #7, Part 1
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four…
About That Phone Call
He’s coming. He was in the hospital over the weekend (hence the lack of communication). He’s booked a hotel halfway between my place his brother’s (so…
My Single Male Friend Friday: Meet “D”
It’s Friday. This means three things. First, by the time you read this I’ll be knee-deep in hula hoops at The School’s Annual Field Day. (I’m…
How (Not) to Sexile Your Parents
Here’s one I bet you’ve never heard before: I’m attempting to “(s)exile” my parents. (For those of you just joining us, I moved back in with…
