How many times have I promised you, dear Dorothy, that what you’re about to read will be short, sweet, and to the point - only to then go on and on about minute details while over-explaining every single nuance? Maybe once or twice. Okay, fine. I admit it: I say that at the start of every blog post I write. You called me out on it, and I am here today to finally deliver on that promise… Or die trying. As we prance into the last calendar winter month of the year, let’s talk a

What would you rather do: read yet another long ramble about a hyper-specific, deeply niche topic that will warm only the cold, shriveled heart of a hopeless nerd - or stub your toe on a chair leg? The choice is obvious! Chair, brace yourself. As much as I thrive on researching every obscure corner the history of belly dance has to offer, switching from laid-back holiday mode to the Type A academic persona you know (and tolerate) is a tall order for me - even with the help o

What’s your favorite winter holiday beverage? Does the mere mention of eggnog, hot chocolate, or a peppermint mocha instantly conjure that festive spirit and celebratory mood? I know what you’re thinking, Dorothy - gin is a drink for all seasons, but let us attempt - however half-heartedly - to keep things marginally more liver-friendly before the New Year’s Eve champagne unceremoniously escorts us into the first of January. No matter how earnestly I try to fall in love with