I have a recklessly stupid crush and it's made me absolutely useless. Honestly, just take me out to pasture and shoot me: I am a horse with a broken leg. I am a rabid dog. I am beyond saving. My dad has this whole thing, where he says if he ever gets dementia or Alzheimer's... Continue Reading →

Rather, it is a dark and stormy night in Wien, and what better time to break in my new Marilyn pen and a new journal that's been sitting on my bookshelf, looking for a reason to be of use. What better way to do so than by candlelight, in the midst of a June thunderstorm,... Continue Reading →