I love a woman who can write. Literally. I married one.
But just because I’m married, that doesn’t stop me from forming my literary crushes. (Don’t worry, they’re way unrequited.)
Both Maggie Berry and Sarah Hepola have been particularly good lately. And Caterina Fake? Adorable in an unattainable kind of way. Any woman who calls her little dog Dos Pesos — a deft literary reference that comes off as cute and not pretentious (Dos Passos. Get it?) — demands my admiration.