The Demise of PSM#3
I’m on the third floor of Barnes and Noble leafing through a novel by Simone de Beauvoir when PSM#3 finally deigns to grace me with his…
I’m on the third floor of Barnes and Noble leafing through a novel by Simone de Beauvoir when PSM#3 finally deigns to grace me with his…
As I make my way to Rittenhouse Square to meet PSM#3, I find myself in dire need of a pep talk. Having recently discovered, thanks to…
You can’t break up with someone you were never with in the first place, but if you could, I’d be breaking up with Date #17. It…
You know you’ve gone a bit too public with your love life when a family friend pulls a hamburger off the grill on Labor Day and…
Rare indeed is the day when I return from a morning at the coffee shop and think, “You know what? This afternoon, I’d like to iron.” …