Hot & Cold
Once upon a time, I commuted to a nearby cafe daily to write. “How many cups of coffee until you finish that thing?” a man asked me one morning. I looked up from my laptop in shock at Construction Cutie. Though he came in regularly for a pair of hot-and-cold coffees, we’d never

Dew Me, DJ!
Minnesota is colder than a witch’s tit, but our music scene is hot. In a one-week span, Brother Ali, Mason Jennings, The Pines, Sophia Shorai and…(schwing!) Intoxicating Artist all have concerts scheduled in their native Twin Cities. Music is my romance language. I eat it all up, from gangsta rap to spiritual

Miss Match No More
I was not surprised when today, my last day on Match, I received a surge of e-mails from interested bachelors. This confirms my theory that the dating site is, well, a set-up. What better way to ensure that a single gal at her wit’s end would renew her membership than to barrage her

If a Zebra Cake Can Change Its Stripes...
“Ho-hum,” I said as I squirmed on Shrink’s couch. “I just don’t know WHAT I’m going to talk about today…” Shrink sipped her tea. And waited. (How stupid did I think she was anyway? Of course I had something to talk about. I just didn’t want to.) “Okay, well, here’

Do Not Feed The Wild Animals!
EconMan used to say “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” If that’s true, I have arrived. I originally made my celibacy pledge whilst studying the Yoga Sutras (a.k.a. The Ten Commandments for us pretzel people.) My mentor had given a lecture on bramacharya, the moderation of one’s