Laurie Sandell Overview

Hoo, boy. By now, there’s little you don’t know about me, if you’ve read my book. (This can make dating embarrassing. Try explaining the essay, “I Wasted Two Years on a Man I Never Met” to a blind date who’s Googled... [more]

Hoo, boy. By now, there’s little you don’t know about me, if you’ve read my book. (This can make dating embarrassing. Try explaining the essay, “I Wasted Two Years on a Man I Never Met” to a blind date who’s Googled you.) But let’s see if I can fill in some of the blanks. I was raised in Stockton, CA, by a shy, schoolteacher mother and an EXTREMELY colorful, Argentinean father. When I was eight, we moved to the suburbs of New York, where I spent the next ten years trying rather unsuccessfully to fit in. I went to college at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, joined a sorority—still trying to fit in—and worked as a waitress at Casa De Lara, where I spent many stolen hours in the walk-in cooler with the bartender. [show less]