My therapist and I had been together for three years, but I felt it was time to move on. I liked her, but every Tuesday afternoon our 50 minutes would just come and go.
I hated the diagonal commute, from my office in the East Village to hers on the Upper West Side. Two trains, Read More
There really are two types of people: those who cook and those who don’t. I was always one of those who don’t. Josh said it was my biggest flaw. And not only did I fail to embrace the whole culinary thing, but I was not sufficiently impressed with his skills in the kitchen–an essential part Read More
Finding a job in New York is tough. So is finding an apartment, a boyfriend and a ticket to Shakespeare in the Park, but how is it that adopting a stray mutt is nearly impossible? I’m in my late 20′s, a long way from marriage, but I’ve had enough of the gin and tonics at Read More
