No Greater Love
It seems that the way you carry yourself in the world speaks the loudest—not what you do, but how.
It seems that the way you carry yourself in the world speaks the loudest—not what you do, but how.
I watched her let go for a moment and whoop with glee as she gunned the Bronco through an open field.
I have enough thoughts about it to fill at least several pages, so I’m going to focus in on just one aspect for now: the characters.
After school, I sat in my car, feeling utterly devastated.
It might’ve been a wedding.
I snatched it up with a sigh of relief that I’d finally found a car that would not further traumatize me.
Not enough room for your wisdom teeth, she stated.
I immediately had a million questions.
Eventually, even Jamie Tartt learns to pass the ball instead of taking the shot himself.
I cajole the printer past phantom paper blockages in this and every job.