“I’m not friendly, but I am a good friend.” My girlfriends used to joke that my straightforwardness (OK, extreme bluntness and lack of a poker face) wasn’t exactly welcoming to newcomers. So when a regular at the Nice restaurant where I worked...
As a solo traveler, I have no problem doing things alone. It kind of comes with the territory. This week, I went to a play at the Sydney Opera House by myself—and kind of forgot that’s weird until I saw the booking agent’s face when I remarked that I...
Before leaving for Australia, I sold the car that I bought when I turned 16: the one that I drove back and forth to high school lacrosse practice and my first job, as I moved a few hours away to college, halfway across the country for a newspaper...
I have a guilty pleasure to confess. Since arriving back home, I have become obsessed with the Millionaire Matchmaker--the first TV show I've watched regularly in six years. So much so that after a lazy Sunday Bravo marathon on a friend's couch in...
The university Greek system: it's a polarizing subject. Some rave about the friendships, the fun and the future networking. Others complain about paying for fake friends and wasting time and money.
I'm a proud Alpha Delta Pi. After my third knee...