This is a Wine Tasting, Not a Bar
So, getting back to the Flower Show and my grandmother’s annual pilgrimage to Philadelphia: its 5pm on Thursday and a few of my dad’s co-workers have…
So, getting back to the Flower Show and my grandmother’s annual pilgrimage to Philadelphia: its 5pm on Thursday and a few of my dad’s co-workers have…
Sometimes I wish I’d been born Catholic. This way, when the hairdresser at the salon around the corner asks how long it’s been, I would know…
Just because you’ve got an evening off and a new boyfriend at your disposal doesn’t mean that you should neglect your girlfriends. Which is why, when…
Relationships, I’m learning, are all about compromise. And shaving your legs way more often than anyone should this time of year, but mainly about compromise. This…
I’m not crazy. Despite what the editors over at Marie Claire and the producers over at Good Morning America might think. Plenty of women start planning…
Ever since I became aware of the fact that boys didn’t actually suck (and didn’t actually have cooties), I’ve kept a list: Must be tall, must…
It’s finally here: the official 2012 New Year’s Eve Martini Bar Soiree! I’ve yet to come up with even the most cliché of New Year’s Resolutions…
As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.” It’s not that I don’t know the…
Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…
Those of you who’ve been following my love life for some time may recall that I penned the following in response to my ill-fated visit to…
Date #7 wants me to come for Christmas dinner. Actually Date #7’s mother wants me to come for Christmas dinner but if her son’s cell phone…
Here’s the problem with me: I’m constantly on. I don’t mean turned on, I mean just on, as in I’m always thinking about my next project,…