when not writing about the jewy, the tests and the peeps

I have a sexy sex-sex story in the May issue of Self. The piece itself isn’t online, though, which is probably a relief to my mother. (She doesn’t know I have a blog, though. Don’t tell her.) Every time she gets a haircut or a manicure, she winds up reading something I’ve written in a women’s magazine and is newly horrified.

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