"Esther's Porn Stash" Goes Public

I'm walking in the Common, my cellphone afixed to my ear.

"Maggie and I are starting a blog," I say to my caller. "It's called --"

I pause. There's an old lady -- white hair, long dark coat -- shuffling in my direction. I'm trying to hold the title until after she has passed. "It's called ......uh ......" Well, this lady is walking too slow for my impatient caller.

"Esther's Porn Stash," I say, the lady now right at my side. She makes a little frown. I feel rebellious and deviant and young, to have said these words in front of her.

"Porn Stash," I repeat, because my caller mistakenly heard "porn star."

"Of course not," I say. "No nudey pictures."

"Stories and stuff. Anecdotes. All the things we couldn't get into McSweeney's."

And with that, welcome to Esther's Porn Stash. Here are all the things we couldn't get into McSweeney's.