I first saw Coliseum Books three years ago, just five minutes after an interview for an editorial assistant job at Condé Nast. I had taken the bus down from Cape Cod, where I was staying in a rented beach house with my extended family, and was wearing my Aunt Jane’s black, tapered pantsuit with shoulder Read More
I love living in Manhattan, but I’m missing a few fundamental New Yorker traits. I don’t have the gene that enables a woman to wear three-inch heels as effortlessly as pink bunny slippers. Nor the one that activates a person’s snarl reflex when he sees a baby in a restaurant. I love country music. I Read More
I love living in Manhattan, but I’m missing a few fundamental New Yorker traits. I don’t have the gene that enables a woman to wear three-inch heels as effortlessly as pink bunny slippers. Nor the one that activates a person’s snarl reflex when he sees a baby in a restaurant. I love country music. I Read More
