Marnie Stern is alone. She's alone a lot, in an Upper East Side apartment her mom lived in before moving to Florida. Or she's not completely alone: Her dog, Fig, a Morkie, one of those tiny mutant miracles, is there, too, barking. Most nights, Stern stays up until sunrise trying to write songs, scrapping things she's written, knitting, watching action and sci-fi... More >>>
"I know it's OK, but I feel embarrassed a little."