Journalist and author
Sometimes when I come home late at night I look over at the Rectory. I see something white at the window. Could that be you, Miss Alma? Or, is it your doppelgänger, looking out of the window that faces my way?
An Incomplete List of All The Men In The Media Who Have Wronged Me
On our first date, Charlie tells me he wants to write a book about sexism in science. His…
