Uncreated Conscience

Once more med school prom has come and gone I have the photographic evidence in my nail-polish stained fingers. There needs to be more (semi)formal events in my life so I can indulge my inner princess by wearing pretty, pretty dresses and makeup. My mother once accused me of living in a made-up world of [...]

Looking back on some of my blog posts since starting work here at St. Martin’s Press, I’ve become slightly baffled by how much I talk about work. It’s like I have no life, you guys! How horrifying! It’s time I return to a self-centered, narcissistic monologue about my life. (Not really. Except kind of really.) [...]

I am apparently a knitting guru. Yesterday on the commute ride back home to Astoria from work, a random girl asked me to help her with her dropped stitches. Is it easy fixing a stranger’s work while standing on a moving W train? No. Did I do it anyway? Yes. Not that I’m a font [...]

I have been far more social this weekend than my little introverted heart can handle and I want nothing more than to crawl into bed with a White-Harp with the bedclothes pulled over my head. Alas, today I must force myself into Manhattan again for the third brunch this weekend. I must confess: I love [...]