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will follow Amanda, a New York City socialite who leaves her city life behind for a Renaissance faire after her wedding is called off.

Jamie Denbo, who created and wrote the first season, will executive produce the series, alongside Kohan and her fellow “Amanda’s storybook wedding plans are dramatically derailed when she discovers her fiancé is cheating on her, just hours before they are to be wed.

Her work has appeared in the New York Times, the Guardian, on NPR and in Nerve.com, where she ran the Scanner blog about sex and culture.

Daniel Jones edits the “Modern Love” column in the Sunday Styles section of the New York Times. I’m just saying if the book looks like it plays soccer on the weekends, it’s probably the kind of book I’m looking for.

Hi, Carolyn: I have a friend who just recently began dating and letting loose (we are 30).

She's now acting like an 18-year-old who doesn't understand that you don't change who you are to fit the guy.

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