Mia Sosa

She’s not joking. With that scathing soliloquy

nose and puts her hand out in a so-so

ld my arms over my chest and hover near the threshold

the center of the garden are inviting, but I’m drawn to the ornate wrought-iron

considering their entrepreneurial spirit, I wouldn’t be surprised if they sold tickets to the show and titled it The Nutcracker.

they’ll organize a search party so they can find Andrew and kick him in the balls with the agility and precision of the Rockettes. And considering their entrepreneurial spirit, I wouldn’t be surprised if they sold tickets to the show and titled it The Nutcracker.

am officially a jilted bride.

Wow. Okay. Just. Yeah. I couldn’t be more off-brand if I tried

Lina Santos, a twenty-five-year-old up-and-coming wedding planner to DC professionals,

Sighing on the inside at the detour in my day, I make a last-minute addition to my to-do list: eat my feelings.