Butterflies: The Extra Special 4:00am Edition
Well, guess who’s up at 4:00am this morning? And while we’re on the subject: Guess who’s not coming to my show? Then, guess who is coming…
Well, guess who’s up at 4:00am this morning? And while we’re on the subject: Guess who’s not coming to my show? Then, guess who is coming…
It’s raining. Not men, mind you, but cats and dogs and I’m standing at the bus stop in Northern Liberties sans umbrella, despite the fact that…
A new post two days in a row? I know, I know: I rock, even if it’s only at the expense of the magazine article I…
There’s nothing like carpooling with a female co-worker to illustrate the obvious differences between men and women. Fifteen minutes into our commute, we’d covered ex-boyfriends, current…
He bought me flowers. Flowers! The timing of their presentation, however, was rather problematic in that I’d just asked, “So, how was your day?” only to…
I know what you’re all wondering. After reading about the careful construction of my thirtieth date outfit, my discussion of Austen over pancakes and my decision…
And so to continue with my thirtieth date: although I’d be much fonder of brunch if it was socially acceptable to drink raspberry chocolate martinis at…
I have a confession to make: Monday morning’s post took me a rather long time to write—three days, in fact— because the men in my life…