Alejandra Aponte

"The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue." –Dorothy Parker

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Elementary, my dear Emily (Post)

So I’m back in LA after spending the last two weeks in New York. There was a side trip to Boston, too, to see my bestest friend. She’s in school right now, which meant four nights of restless sleep on industrial-grade college carpeting. On my last day, a Zen-like bolt behind the blue: dorm floor does not good back support make. My muscles wept all the way home on the

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We, the Cultists

Just over a week ago, my sister got a library card after going without one for over a decade. We went to the central branch of the LA Public Library. She was writing a paper at the time, and needed a particular play, and it was only available at the central branch. So off to downtown we went. Do any of you know what parking in LA is like? It’s

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The A Word

That, kids, is the cover of A Devilish Dilemma one of the best romance novels in existence (shut your mouth good romance novels do exist, okay?). But what do YOU, the kind soul reading this post, and a virtually unknown Regency romance novel from the late nineties have in common? Adequacy. Which is the subject of today’s post. [Also, let me just say that I know I haven’t really be posting lately. I’m

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I’m angry, you guys. Like, really really angry.

So I’m spending the day at home, with Cyd Charisse (my netbook), the newspaper, and my manuscript to keep me company. In a moment of procrastination that started about two hours ago, I checked my Twitter feed. You will not guess what I found. Basically, Sarah Ockler, one of my favorite writers EVER EVER EVER (and no, I’m not kissing ass here, kids. She’s brilliant. Almost every sentence in Twenty

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Two Whales on a Couch

I’m busy packing for New York (haha no I’m not, I’m writing a blog post). I’m leaving tomorrow for a three-week trip. I have a three-hour layover in St. Louis–or Chicago, I don’t remember. (The fact that I don’t remember should be a red flag. Surprisingly, it is not.) I will probably write another blog post while in St. Louis/Chicago for three hours tomorrow. I should be packing, but instead

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