Stories By Carly Jean Andrews

I Kid You Not: My Arm Was Eaten By An Escalator

It was an urban legend come to life. The machine seemed possessed, taking bloody chunks out of my arm while I struggled to get free.

Why Women Keep Asking Me to Be Their Brides-man

A thoroughly modern gentleman on the fine art of being a lady’s best friend—and explaining to confused aunts that no, he won’t be wearing a purple chiffon dress.