Stacia Friedman

I like snakes as much as any woman my age, which is to say, I’d rather find a member of the Taliban in my house. That’s what ...

Summer doesn’t officially start until I visit the Jersey Shore, bicycle on the boardwalk, eat my weight in fudge, and let seagulls ...

Recently, I went with a friend to what is known euphemistically as a “small plate” restaurant in Philly. That means you pay e ...

Craig and I were an odd couple from the get go. A highly cultured man with a patrician air, he seemed to be a character out of “Dow ...

Until about a week ago, Facebook was where I went to escape work, unpaid bills, and changing the kitty litter. I could lose myself for ho ...

Weddings are sexy. It’s where many people meet their spouse or, at least, get lucky. Same goes for Bar Mitzvahs, in spite of DJs ca ...

You remember conversation, don’t you? A game for two or more players with rules similar to volleyball. Back and forth, back and for ...

When I was growing up, Old Maid was a card game that, along with Go Fish and Gin Rummy, occupied us kids on rainy days. It was also a der ...

As the Russian bear takes a big bite out of its neighbor, many Philadelphians support the aspirations of the Ukrainians who have taken to ...

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Fat was never an issue for me. I ate whatever I wanted — stacks of pancakes drenched in syrup, mountains of bacon, acres of French frie ...

When local developer Carl Dranoff announced his intention to erect a  ...