>doves, they’re not just for Disney princesses anymore: sampling synchronicity
>Early November, I was sitting on a West Village barstool a block from my apartment where I’ve parked…
>Early November, I was sitting on a West Village barstool a block from my apartment where I’ve parked…
>I’m not sure how much this is solely an American thing or if it is universally, innately part…
>I ask my sister: “What’s your favorite food?” She tells me hamburgers.Chocolate owns me.Mom veers to beef stroganoff….
>It’s a frigid, but sunny Sunday Chicagoland afternoon. I am in a stranger’s home and we have had…
>The ArcLight Cinerama Dome in Hollywood was fancy pants. After all it is (“Welcome to Hollywood! What’s your…
>“Where are you headed today?” A cute TSA employee strikes up a conversation with me as I wait…
>My sexual over-enthusiasm may actually be a medical condition. I learned this when I casually mentioned to Adriana…
>Here are some raw deets. It doesn’t start off so pretty, but it gets nicer later, promise. Last…
>Hyannisport. Mid-May, pre-season Cape Cod. The multi-million dollar home is a stone’s throw from the Kennedy Compound; its…
>There was one full day that my iPod repeated Kelly Clarkson’s “Since You’ve Been Gone” a solid seven…