I escaped the newsroom, but I still write for a living — just now with state health benefits and a retirement plan! I’m a pretty lucky girl.
This is a place for the stuff that won’t fit into the confines of my day job or my freelance assignments, and certainly not into 140 characters, but that I still want to share. What’s with “Sticky Valentines,” you ask? It’s the strangest phrase in the Elvis Costello song for which I’m named, obviously.