After a London-style New Year’s celebration, replete with fireworks and Leicester Square shenanigans, Sharel and I ventured onto Zurich. Switzerland was my idea. From the time I was in fifth…
To England, With Love.
“Maybe I’m not in love with New York anymore.” After returning from a magical year in the City of Dreaming Spires– Oxford, England– I thought my heart had been irreparably…
Barcelona: The City of Yiddish Proverbs
My grandmother, replete with Yiddish proverbs, had left a message on my phone. The content, “Man plans, and God laughs.” As a woman of a few words, she keeps her…
The Spinster Stench
After three and a half years spent in a women’s college environment, I have become subject to an unfortunate fear: spinsterhood. My grandmother reminds me on a weekly basis that…
Dear Heathrow, You’re Lucky I Love New York
Some people survive finals period by downing excessive amounts of calories in the form of cheap baked goods and flavored caffeine shots. Others sacrifice their sanity and engage in consecutive…
The Adlon Hotel and Lessons in Primary Child Care
Now I don’t like to talk ill of the dead, but I think we can all agree that dangling your newborn baby from a hotel window several stories above ground…
Forget the Prince, Find his Castle
Be it rain, sleet, snow, or in my case, volcanic ash, I was determined to take the journey to Portugal. I had been inspired by one of my Wellesley friends,…
Farewell to the City of Dreaming Spires
“Friends are the sunshine of life.”—John Hay I cheated, and nearly twenty minutes before my graduation ceremony from Oxford University was set to commence, I ripped open the contents of…
A heartbreaking work of staggering haggis.
After nearly three months in Oxford, England, I knew I was ready for a change. And– conveniently– I knew exactly where I needed to go to satiate my first bout…