A Year Later Love Letter
The reception hall wasn’t exactly over flowing with eligible bachelors. I was there by myself, dateless despite a year of serial dating, and even though I…
Just Call Me Julie Andrews
Most women, upon finding themselves alone in their boyfriend’s house for the afternoon, would take advantage of the opportunity to snoop. But not me: I’m rearranging…
I Blame the Krispy Kremes
Yesterday was Donut Day at The School. It was also the day when I woke up—both literally and figuratively—and realized that I want to be with…
The Non-ultimatum Ultimatum
Fear is a powerful motivator. I know this because for the first time in my relationship with The Wedding Date—actually, for the first time in my…
A Chink in the Armor
Today marks the start of the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. This means—amongst other things—that I will probably find myself in the throes of an existential crisis in…
