By Sammy Ginsberg The first time I cried at work in the bathroom was because on my commute I saw my now ex-boyfriend doing what he was meant to be doing, and realized I wasn’t.  It had been a bad morning to begin with. Edwin had jumped out of bed at 6:30am, swished on his…

By Sammy Ginsberg Hi, I’m Sammy. No, not that Sammy. A different Sammy. That Sammy can’t come to the phone right now, as she’s decided to become a teacher and no longer feels comfortable to share her personal thoughts and experiences with the world. That Sammy will no longer be blogging at Literary Pixie. She’s…