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Come Hear Me Read at Writers with Drinks on Saturday!!
This Saturday I will be joining an assortment of great writers at San Francisco’s Make-Out Room for Writers with Drinks. What is Writers with Drinks? I’m so glad you asked according to the website: Writers with Drinks won “Best Literary Night” from the SF Bay Guardian readers’ poll six years in
Treat Yourself Like Cinderella…
If you’ve never spoiled yourself on Russian pastries – you best be doing it soon. I recommend the next time you wanna let yourself splurge, to check out Cinderella Bakery on Clement Street. You most likely won’t be able to pronounce half of them, but just read the translations and
My Open Letter To The Winter Season
Dear, Winter I am writing you this letter in hopes that you answer my question—where the fuck are you? I have lived in the great city of New York for 25 years and this has got to be the hottest season of winter that I have ever experienced. You and
Getting Stood Up at a Taco Truck
In honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day, let’s talk about love. The happiness, the longing gazes, the tender moments shared. And sometimes: the drama, the emotional rollercoaster ride, the letdowns. Almost everyone has been in an intense relationship with someone who is Simply Not Good For Them, including myself. Except,
Last Day to Eat FREE Thai Curry at MoMA!
Admission into NYC’s MoMa is certainly pricey– at $25 general admission, you basically have to brave the horrendous crowds on the monthly free day– or dig up your student ID from ten years ago and try to pass as an 18 year old– to catch a break. Wouldn’t a FREE
Show Your Broke-Ass Pride with a Broke-Ass Photo!
I think that my audience (meaning you of course) is so cool and I love the way that you engage with me here on the site and on Facebook, Twitter and instagram. So I thought it would be super awesome to have a way for you all to show off
‘I Heart Nerds’ Speed Dating Party is Back!
I had a regular when I was a bartender. 33, classically gorgeous and a bar owner, he had a crush on me because I didn’t give a shit, i.e. wasn’t hot enough to be seen in public with. He’d bring in every feminine cliche (Biracial Burlesque Performer, Marketing Intern Who