Biographies are for presidents, great writers, and legendary seductresses. Unfortunately, I am none of these things. Yet.
…my husband, Special Ed; nineteenth-century American art and literature; semicolons; high heels; flats; somehow trapping Abraham Lincoln, Adam Brody, and Martha Stewart in my house to teach and entertain me; sometimes substituting Benjamin MacKenzie for Adam Brody in that fantasy; Catherine Malandrino on Ebay; Three Times One Minus One; looking forward to a day when Sarah, Margaret, Lauren, and I live in the same city again; Nicholson Baker; seeing every movie ever made; Chao Camp; Scarlett Johannson’s lips (I know, that’s an easy one); my old-timey porcelain sink; intense games of Celebrity; Very Important Lessons; conception; mid-century modern design; pretending like I know anything about mid-century modern design; America; South America; Spain; Special Ed’s suspicious paleness; hair removal options; visitors who let me make them fancy breakfasts; Charlottesville, Virginia; The Shins; Tuesday Morning; being nice, with an edge. . .
