There exists a sacred gathering, a ritual passed down through generations of women who claim they’re there for literary enrichment but are really there for the wine and gossip. Yes, I’m talking about ladies’ book clubs—the only place where Eat,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Once upon a time, authors chose respectable pen names like George Eliot (because Mary Ann Evans figured a man’s name would sell more books) or Mark Twain (because Samuel Clemens wanted something folksy yet dignified). Fast forward to today, and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I often have to kick myself when I lend something out with the naive hope that it will return to me in the same condition, or at all. Somewhere in the universe, there’s a black hole where pens, chargers, and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Autographs—those sacred scribbles from the famous, the pride of collectors, and the reason eBay’s authenticity team drinks heavily at lunch. But why bother with the real thing when you can embrace the wild, unpredictable world of fake autographs? After all,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…