Posts Tagged ‘the new yorker’

I am a sucker for a good love story. I adore hearing about how the girl became a princess and is swept off her feet by her one true love. But then I have the urge to vomit when I watch movies like Cinderella or Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. Yes. The same tales I […]

dirty laundry


Remember the days when you had a diary that you kept between your mattress with a little padlock (by little I mean ridiculously unlockable) that you whispered your secrets into before bed? Those tales of the boys you crushed on (we know there were many) or your brother who pestered or the grades you dreamed of. Perhaps […]