Part V?
I know what you’re thinking: C’mon Rachel, haven’t we heard enough about the UPS man? You’re really milking it now.
But I never got to the moral of the story, did I?
I haven’t sent my book to my former UPS man. Yet. But he did leave a message for me not long after I got [...]
When Otis, my former UPS man, called at 8 p.m. to say that his work day was almost over, I smiled into the phone.
“Want to meet for dinner?” he said.
“Sure!”
I imagined some quiet, romantic corner — white wine, tapas, candles lit. Wait, does that kind of corner even exist in Manhattan?
“The ___ Grill,” he said, [...]
Thanks to all of you for the birthday wishes!
While my little sister and Mae baked the 8th birthday ice skating cake (above) — which turned into a frosting party that yours truly got to clean up — I went on a date with the Biologist. We went downtown to a little swank bar, where [...]
Confession: I have. But not since Mae was three years old. And never on a first date, or a second. But maybe a third.
More than once, I met a new man at the ice cream parlor, with Mae in tow. I’d made it clear to him that this wasn’t about being touchy-feely, this was about [...]
I wasn’t going to write about Him in my blog because I’d already promised him that I wouldn’t.
But I can’t hold it in anymore.
I’ve never gone this long without blogging. Granted, I was in New York City last week, riding the subway up and down Manhattan with Mae, as well as meeting my go-getting’ new [...]