Category Archives: Placeless
Oh, and the whole shebang is narrated by a mouse.
There are things that should have changed my life, and then there are things that actually did.
I am a Slytherin. My Patronus is a cat. The reality sunk in like basilisk fangs: I am Millicent Bulstrode.
What matters here instead is the implicit challenge, the casual middle finger, that the novel tosses off at the rest of the genre.
In college, my friend Lauren was describing the physical features that she found attractive about men. She said, “I don’t know, beards are really growing on me.”
14. Whip the egg whites until “stiff peaks form,” a description that—even after over ten years of making this recipe—you still can’t confidently identify.
The ketchup consumption in my house has dramatically increased this fall.
And if you’ve ever been so unlucky as to be served a “modernized” version of green bean casserole that calls for shallots and haricots-verts and wild mushrooms… I’m sorry.
Thank you that this country is a democracy and that the universe is not.