Laps Around Lincoln Park
This is how I stumbled into owning a place I merely thought I would stay in.
This is how I stumbled into owning a place I merely thought I would stay in.
“Assembly is to be performed by competent adults only,” the booklet warns. Um, bet?
The cabbage merchant was probably the worst offender here.
Alexandre Dumas must have had a phobia of periods because the sentences just would not end!
“The ghost,” she repeats. “Have you seen her yet?”
If I knew my story had a tragic ending, would I still sing it?
My host mom took one look at my outfit and, with a confused and shocked smile, asked in utmost politeness, “Is that an American style?”
There is something inside me that is deeply distrustful of people who perform acts of Christianity to the general public.
If Polyphemus is just a glorified, land-dwelling version of the shark from Jaws, he hasn’t failed his responsibilities as a host by eating Odysseus’s men. He’s just hungry.
Before I left, I signed my sisters’ names and mine in the closet. A farewell.