Author: Alison
The eleventh child of an agnostic and a Jehovah’s Witness (See? No Catholic). I am a freelance writer, having stumbled upon this profession as a would-be fashion writer in Paris. I am peripatetic which means I can walk but choose to do so while wondering in three states and Paris. I have no permanent residence and write about my life, addiction, my sisters, Paris, my dog, and, oh, yeah, fashion.
In Search of a Hidey Hole in Amsterdam (Not That Kind of Hidey Hole, Weirdo)
Amsterdam—The Universe Beckons
O’, Amsterdam
On Going to the Dentist (Or: If I Didn’t Love Chewing So Much I’d Have All My Teeth Removed So I Never Had to See a Dentist Again. Stupid Chewing.)
Give the Man a Face
#ParentingFail or #ParentingWin? The Christmas Letter We Didn’t Mail
A Pimple-Faced Dreamer
Why, Oh Why, Can’t I…Sleep?