My Mother Is Reading My Book, and This Is Terrifying
My mother is reading What Boys Are Made Of. This is, of course, the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Readers, you might not have ever considered this, but writers, I know you have. Because what’s the only thing worse than having a stranger read your diary? Your mom. Oh god, what have… Continue reading My Mother Is Reading My Book, and This Is Terrifying
Under-Paid, Over-Enthused 