Of Grandparents and Suitcases
The good thing about being an adjunct is that trekking across campus gives you the perfect excuse to purchase a trendy new laptop case (red leather,…
That Damn Bermuda Triangle
Well folks, it’s over. No more strolling down the beach hand in hand. No more champagne. No more salsa. No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing. No more falling asleep…
Heaven is a Down Pillow- Or Six
I have officially died and gone to heaven. And by heaven, I mean Denver, Colorado. Specifically The Oxford Hotel, a luxury “boutique” hotel in the heart…
Sneakers and Velvet Work on Arthur’s Seat
This week’s photo was in fact taken in Edinburgh (congratulations to Siobhan, aka Gringita and Diane). I’m wearing a velvet blazer and a teal t-shirt borrowed…
Bagels, M&Ms and W(h)ine
It’s been one of those days, by which I mean I’ve spent the past 18 hours or so drowning my sorrows in carbohydrates and whining to…
Guess Where I Am?
Okay, okay… I know that the title of today’s post is actually a command and not a question (and that the question mark, therefore, is totally…
The Real Reason I Want(ed) to Go to Europe
You want to know the real reason I love to travel? Sure, I’m into museums and history and discovering that my way of doing things isn’t…
And Suddenly a Beach Pass is a Big Deal
The Wedding Date wants to know if I’m a beach person—not because he’s planning some sort of mid-winter, Caribbean getaway (at least not as far as…
To Boston and Back (Hint: We lived to tell!)
“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on…
Getting Back to Date #6…
And then there were three. Or so it would seem. Tomorrow night, I’m going to dinner with “my friend” Date #6 but it’s been over two…
The Pittsburgh Saga, Part 2
On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask. “Seriously? I hate sneakers.” It’s true: I don’t wear…
Pittsburgh, Part 1
He does not kiss me hello, nor does he offer to carry my bag. By the time we reach his flat and he sits down in…
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