You are not an editor: A cautionary tale

The holidays were particularly awesome in the Marting house—due to scheduling issues at Le Day Job I’ve had two three-day weekends since Christmas and Santa left me Sephora gift cards, which have already been put to use (oh, Benefit cosmetics. You are so expensive, but your Boing industrial-strength concealer is the best out there.) (I’m … More You are not an editor: A cautionary tale

A discovery of romance, with hellacious results

My introduction to romance began in 1995, when I was twelve years old. My family lived in a small duplex in Peterborough, a converted house built in the early 1900s that my parents bought in 1986 and renovated. At the back of our house was a one-bedroom semi-detached apartment; its living room and our kitchen … More A discovery of romance, with hellacious results