I bought the NYT today when we stopped for gas on the way to the Eagles’ game. I hugged the newspaper all the way to Philadelphia and smiled so long my face hurt. But I kept smiling. Seeing it in print is so much different than seeing it on a website. Now I just have to figure out how…
In case anyone didn’t see my horribly squee-ish Tweet about it this morning, or feel the true intensity of said squee, I will bring the cause to your attention here now. Mostly because my mom’s not on Twitter or Facebook, but she checks my blog. Hey, Mom! *waves* GUESS WHAT?!? I got reviewed in the New York Times Sunday…
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Fairy Tales of Arilland that have been translated into…
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