not the famous dressmaker. The other one.

WRITING AWARDS

I wrote about my biggest obsession: Costco

Logline: A struggling first-time mother is convinced there is something weird and wrong with her new infant son. All signs point to postpartum depression - that is, until an eccentric female Geek Squad employee takes a look at her baby monitor footage, and explains that the strange frequencies being heard might actually be signs of alien communication.

I Went Undercover As A Hot Girl And Stole All Of Their Secrets

Excerpt

You might be thinking: "Sarah, that's ridiculous. You are not a Hot Girl. Accept your fate and move on. Also, you have Cheetos dust on your forehead."

But I know it's possible for me to become Hot. It's in my DNA: My sister is a Hot Girl. *wipes Cheetos dust on shirt sleeve*

My sister has been a Hot Girl for as long as I can remember. My sister never went through an “awkward phase” in middle school. In college she joined a sorority, obviously. When she graduated, she got a high-powered job in New York City (in Murray Hill, of course). What I can’t understand is how we, so similar-looking as babies, turned out so different, inside and out.

She is a Hot Girl. I am not. But in her, I see my Hot Girl Potential (HGP).