The feet started tapping as I folded my freshly laundered socks. I found myself shuffling while hanging shirts. I knew the signs. I had been here many times before, and it was only a matter of time before I broke into an impromptu dance party. Now you might wonder —…

The Joys of the British Dialect Last weekend I spent some time at the central train station in Philly waiting for a friend and her family. The train was late, and as I waited, I couldn’t help but overhear the sheer number of European accents. I don’t know if rail…

Humidity seems like an odd thing to bring joy. After all, it does not do wonders for my hair. (Unless I try to get my hair to look like a lion’s mane which shockingly I don’t do try to do often.) And if you live in Florida, that humidity is…

Seeing the beauty in a slower pace Recently I’ve been forced to slow down my walking pace. No, not because it’s almost summer in the Northeast, and you can cut the humidity with a knife. No, not because construction has forced funnels of people on sidewalks where no funnels existed…

It really is the City of Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection I love my city. I realize this does not make me unique, as many people love the place where they reside. What I have come to learn though is that as soon as I hear that someone is visiting…

The U.S. has been undergoing a coin shortage as of late. This shortage has affected me in many ways, but none so drastic as doing laundry. You read that right: laundry. Yes, the world of laundry machines is still very much caught up in a love affair with coins, specifically…

I went to the gym yesterday. A mundane occurrence for most people, and so it should be for me as well? Wrong. First off, the gym intimidates me. …

It’s a big holiday weekend The following conversation occurred yesterday when I got home to my parents’ house: Me: “Mom, I brought home my llama mask for Easter!” Mom: “Okayyy??” Me: “You know, llama of God, you take away the sins of the world…” Mom: (long pause) “You really are…

In like a lion, out like a lamb While walking to work today, I was treated to a young man’s rendition of “Life Is a Highway” as he walked by me on the street. Now the street I was on was no side street. No, this was the main thoroughfare…