Why Do Cars Hate Me?
I snatched it up with a sigh of relief that I’d finally found a car that would not further traumatize me.
Three to Five Days of Motrin and Spitting Blood
Not enough room for your wisdom teeth, she stated.
Generously, Freely Given
I immediately had a million questions.
Ted Lasso & the Workplace
Eventually, even Jamie Tartt learns to pass the ball instead of taking the shot himself.
An Unhistoric Act
I cajole the printer past phantom paper blockages in this and every job.
Do I Leave the Lights on?
Does that make me whatever the pumpkin-spice equivalent of a Grinch is?
From Blue to Blooming
I think what scared me most was how well he lived up to his name: he was mean.
E.T., the Existential Threat
Now forever shuttered, in its heyday, the place was packed with various exhibits about different body systems or factors in health, with well-designed intentions for the attention of children.
Counting Breaths
At the risk of anthropomorphizing her too much, she looked downright annoyed.
These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends
The thing is, I don’t think I’ve ever been afraid enough.
