I’m a firm believer in life’s phases. Even though I’d like to think I’m the only one in the world who’s lived through this freakish and undulating patchwork of Twilight Zone episodes, Eat,… Continue reading →
You can’t deny it. You have one too. And I don’t mean your Uncle Charles whose cats outnumber his terrible nicknames for you. I don’t mean your little sister who spends her weekends… Continue reading →
The making of a woman is an interesting process. Our behaviors, styles, rules-to-live-by, conceptions of must-haves accumulate over a lifetime from all kinds of dubious sources. There are probably legions of women, for… Continue reading →
I’m what you would call a stickler. (If any of you have read Lynn Truss’s Eats, Shoots and Leaves, you know what I’m talking about.) I have an obsession with grammar, with good… Continue reading →
There is a certain amount of rudeness that you become immune to when living in London, or any other mega city: people bumping into you without a glance back, much less an apology;… Continue reading →
My friends are in a panic. They cannot reconcile my obvious interest in and daily dissection of men with my just-as-obvious relationship status (I’m in one). Surely that wandering eye has some (ahem)… Continue reading →
(SELF-) HELP ME, PLEASE!
I’m a firm believer in life’s phases. Even though I’d like to think I’m the only one in the world who’s lived through this freakish and undulating patchwork of Twilight Zone episodes, Eat,… Continue reading →