I admit it, I fall hard for witty, smart, talented writers. Add approachable and adorable and, well, my admiration borders on
creepy stalker vehement devotion. last year, I crossed paths with one such writer and I’m still reeling. In the same fashion that one brings home a boy/girlfriend to meet their parental units, I bring Katie Cross to Sisterwives Speak to meet you. Prepare yourself for a monstrous crush.
To read Katie’s light, adorable story about how one’s self-image can be totally skewed, hit THIS.
Are you still here? Click the f#cking link already. Geez.