Philly, we need to talk.
I have been running your streets now for 20 years. And by running, I mean literally running. On your streets. Some of you will call it jogging. Some of you who have seen me do it might call it waddling. Or struggling. Or hobbling. But I call it running. Read More
I don’t have an honest answer, but I do have a title for my first collection of short stories. Read More
Take care of yourself. Your anger won’t go away. You will just be in better shape for this fight. Read More
I always assumed the reason I did so well in my 20s was because I was hotter then; now I’m wondering if it is just because 20-something guys just get me. Read More
It started innocently enough. I was away at a corporate retreat. It was after midnight, I was in a small meeting room that was transformed into our makeshift office. I was the only sober person in the room because I had a presentation to give at 10 the next morning.
My presentation wasn’t finished and I was in the room at a little past midnight waiting for my presentation partner to return so we could finish our presentation.
I was also freaking out. “I don’t like public speaking” is an understatement. At a little past midnight in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by my buzzed to drunk co-workers, I was wondering out-loud about how I could possibly gone-girl myself in the next nine hours to get out of my presentation.
To take my mind off of framing my co-presenter for my death, one of my co-workers suggested we get on Tinder to see which of our co-workers were on the app. Read More