Fifty-five must be a really scary number to men because I -- seemingly overnight -- went from a dating feast to a dating famine.
home state
Because I also live in a state of goofy hypothetical questions.
where to live
I'm never fully satisfied with where I'm living. When I'm there, I want to be here. When I'm here, I want to be there. Why's the grass always gotta look so much greener?
i'll try anything once
Unfortunately for me, I didn't really understand what I was doing when I transferred, so I watched trains spin around me in a haze, wandered around several levels, possibly entered Narnia, and finally asked a policeman for help.
In the new book "Goodbye to All That," 28 women writers describe loving, and eventually leaving, the city of their dreams: New York.
"Bumbershoot" is late 19th century American slang for an umbrella, in case you didn't know.
new york city
Euphemisms are generally creepy, and the way the clinic uses the word "quiet" whenever they are trying to chemically dismantle a healthy, vital physical system leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
If this article had a soundtrack, it would just be Britney singing "Slave 4 U" over and over and over.
the jane dough
Here are my love letters to the coulda-woulda-shoulda friendships on the 4, 5 and 6 trains.
new york city
I only feel mildly creepy about snapping this cool stranger in Manhattan.
new york city
The diversity you see when you step outside for 2…

May 19, 2011 at 9:48am | 0 comments