IN WHICH I DECIDE TO REINVENT MYSELF INTO A GLAMOROUS CREATURE, IN THE MOLD OF SHE WHO DREW ME TO NEW YORK IN THE FIRST PLACE, HOLLY GOLIGHTLY.
Growing up in the monotonous, gray winters of the Midwest, I was struck by the revelation of Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the age of eight. I declared, “That’s for ME!” and never looked back; since then, no matter where else I’ve tried to live, I’ve come crawling back. READ MORE