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…
Part 2: The Art of Sleeping Together with Kids
It’s 7:00am. I should be in bed, snuggled up to The Wedding Date, but instead I’m standing barefoot in my parents’ garage in my pajamas, trying…
The Art of Sleeping Together
Let’s talk about sleeping together, shall we? I’m not even referring to having sex, but rather sleeping together in the true sense of the phrase: the…
Extreme Kayaking, Or How I Almost Drowned The Wedding Date
If you don’t know what extreme kayaking is, let me say right now: I pity you. Obviously you don’t come from a family where activities such…
From the Olive Garden to Africa
The good thing about having a boyfriend is that when your family makes its annual Mother’s Day pilgrimage to the Toms River Olive Garden, you have…
Damn it Does NOT Feel Good to be a Lannister
You know you’ve gone off the deep end when you start talking in your sleep about tiles—not bathroom tiles, mind you, but gaming tiles. Little cardboard…
Are Those Roses Behind Your Back?
I know, I know: it’s been a while. But it’s been one of those weeks and will continue being one of those weeks until about 10pm…
The “A” Word
So like I said: I’ve been keeping a secret. It’s not a bad secret—in fact, it’s the complete opposite of bad, but I’ve been afraid to…
The Case of the Missing Loofah
It started with my loofah—the gold travel-sized loofah that I picked up at Bath and Body Works last year. “You left you sponge thing here,” The…
A Double Date… with The Wedding Date’s PARENTS!
And suddenly, somehow, without quite realizing it, The Wedding Date and I have been dating for six months. We celebrated our anniversary unwittingly (six months came…
Bad News
Well folks, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. Not they’ve-decided-to-stop-producing-fair-trade-chocolate bad news, or even I’ve-decided-to-join-a-commune-and-go-off-the-grid bad news but bad news nonetheless. You might have noticed…
How To Tell You’re Becoming an Old Lady
I am officially old. I know this because when I got home from work on Friday afternoon, my first thought was “I’d really like to take…
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