By HOLLY JACKSON

When I was a teenager, going bra shopping was torturous. I was a G cup by the time I was in high school, which meant that finding bras required a special (and frequently humiliating) trip to Nordstrom. I loved seeing all of the pretty options in the lingerie department, but that was never what I got. While I drooled over pretty laces and bows, my mother and … Read More











Over the weekend I finished reading F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Beautiful and the Damned”. I haven’t read Fitzgerald since my school age days, where literature courses required that we dissect his writing style. Frankly, I found the task laborious; so much description, so many words to make a simple point. But as I have grown less judgmental and more discerning with age, I decided to take another stab at this … 


