I think we need to split the difference between protesting and direct electoral engagement.
There’s nothing like bustling down the baking needs aisle with a week’s supply of Oreos yelling out for “Anthill!” to make you realize you’re not currently leading a traditional life.
The US eventually emerged from The Great Depression, but my grandmother did not.
The number nineteen appears with such frequency in this deposition, it begins to feel rehearsed.
And I’m in Ann Arbor, dreaming of waffles.
Where had he been when? What happened on the way? Why was he there? How did he die? The answers were dispersed on these 28 square feet. We needed them to get out.
I have a significant other. His name is JJ, and he’s a bird.
Outward Bound, Super Camp, tutors, counsellors, mentors—my parents spared no expense in trying to figure out my 2.33 cumulative high school GPA. Nothing worked.
Bobby pin located by companion, lock picking commenced. She picks. I pick. The lock is deemed unpickable.
But the sun comes out and doughnuts exist and there’s a one-eyed cat who likes to roam the school grounds and often visits my window. This happens, too.