The Perfect Summer Meal
They won’t need the little bit of butter you’ll add when they’re done but you’ll add it anyway.
They won’t need the little bit of butter you’ll add when they’re done but you’ll add it anyway.
There’s still a bit of wildness in them that we can never control.
We can be forgiven, perhaps, for imagining the past as it is recorded to be both graspable and comprehensive.
I wanted a table again.
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
It was a joke when I turned to my sister and asked, “I dunno, do you wanna share a spinsters’ grave with me?”
I, too, am a member of the convenience cult.
YouTube democratized intellectual pursuits, complicated ideas, and real academic debates.
I’m still holding out on winning the lottery on a ticket I’ll never buy.
While this might seem like an emergency scenario, it was, in fact, because there was no parking next to a music venue for Ubers to pick up drunk patrons.