My Cool Friend
It’s cool to stumble on a little piece about some amazing human being . . .
and realize you know her.
Like, she’s a bonafide friend. A real friend.
That friend you’d call in the middle of the night and know she’d still be up, because she’s a musician who’s always up at 2 in the morning but never 10.
Meet Martina. My friend. My very cool — saving the planet one condom at a time cool — friend.
And see. I’m not the only one who thinks that.
You can find her writings on Travelati, where she’s an editor with me. Check out the story called My Vagine. (Yep. Knew you’d want to read that one.)
Check back from time to time. Maybe you can borrow my advance copy of her book. (After I finish it of course. She was my friend first.)