That American Girl

Somewhere between New York, NY and Belgrade, Serbia.

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  • That American Election

    I guess the best way to start off this blog is by saying I don’t know how to start off this blog. I’ve thought of you, dear readers, for several months: I’ve lamented how to write about this subject without coming across as “self-important” or unnecessary. I’ve written and and rewrote it; I’ve deleted it…

  • Popping The Big Question

    I’ve officially entered that rumored part of adulthood where everyone you know seems to be getting engaged.  I remember being told this would happen: that there would be the era of constant weddings and then the era of constant baby showers. But it seemed like a far off reality, more fiction than fact. Something to…