I'm a small-town Southern girl who came to NYC (via one of the greatest places on earth) to go to fashion design school. I ditched Tim Gunn and, somehow, ended up in corporate America. I'm probably more attached to this city than I am to most of my friends. I've been known to buy The Economist and US Weekly at the same time. I'm an absolute disaster at romantic relationships, but I haven't given up on myself yet.
I post a mish-mosh of stuff here. Sometimes I over-share. It is what it is.
You can reach me at mermaidswimclub [at] gmail [dot] com.
I feel uncharacteristically sad. I wonder, was this because of the pressure of having eight kids? or fame? or marrying too young? all of the above? I guess, above everything, should make us more or less cautious about marriage and family in its traditional sense?
