Have you ever fallen asleep with an arm or two stretched above you, laying on the pillow below your head? – and, in the middle of the night, you feel it start to tingle and in your half-awake state you decide to lift it and bring it back to earth only to have its cold, dead weight fall onto your face midway from pillow to bed? That happens to me about once a month.
What will also happen once a month is my dedication to a ginger I find fascinating.
(The month is almost half over, but I’m sure the inspiration for this web address won’t mind one bit.)
I’ve been a fan of Nancy Drew’s since about the time I could read and create an air of mystery. Growing up in Sicklerville, NJ, there were always yard sales to attend, and I remember the day my mom came home with a medium-sized box full of roughly twenty of the original The Nancy Drew Mysteries hardcover books. I plowed through the stash in record time and went on to drown myself in the more recent (and college years) escapades. She is the reason I forgive Michelle Trachtenberg’s annoyingness (because I’ll never forget her role as Harriet the Spy); why I still watch Law & Order, even though I’ve gotten pretty perfect at solving the crime before Elton and the dude from Hang Time have the chance; and why I have a slight obsession with Emma Roberts, aside from her serious case of awesome style. Ms. Drew is the original “titian-haired amateur sleuth” and I am forever humbled by her realness in my heart.
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