Sara Barron books

The Harm in Asking: My Clumsy Encounters with the Human Race

It’s terribly unflattering, but my mother insists on keeping it up. “It’s not that you look cute,” she says. “It’s just that you look happy.” This much is true. My smile demonstrates the sort of enthusiasm commonly associated with Mormons or Down syndrome. The waistband of my jeans is visible bec...