Down and Out in Beacon Hill

This is the true story of Megan Johnson, a twenty-something writer in Boston. As a child, her parents cut her hair short, which led to her being mistaken for a boy at the grocery store. She was told to "Move along, Son." She was also left on the school bus once. She writes about celebrities for a Boston newspaper, and keeps a work site called The Assistant.
But guess what? This site is completely unrelated to her job, and her views here do NOT reflect her employer, or have anything to do with her day job. Her life consists of falling in public, hugging dogs, and watching youtube videos of bad 80's sitcoms. She aspires to have cable TV someday. Email her at Email her at megansarahjohnson@gmail.com or megan.johnson@bostonherald.com. Or if you want to get REALLY wild, follow her on Twitter!

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August 13

“This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.”
— Kelly Cutrone, If You Have to Cry, Go Outside

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