Welcome to Eden
She has yet to shred her first roll of toilet paper, or textbook, or slipper.
She has yet to shred her first roll of toilet paper, or textbook, or slipper.
You’ve been a pleasant surprise.
I felt the grit on my teeth and imagined it in my lungs.
Cyclists know a city very differently than motorists do—as ants know a backyard very differently than squirrels do.
I don’t know whether the driver even saw me after the fact, or if he ever registered the uncouth bird I flashed at him.
An invitation to tea with the Lord sounds, well, heavenly.
I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’ve taken such pains to keep one previous owner’s “Streaky Bay Parish Announcer” bulletin from December ’65 in its proper page.
I can’t very well store it in my office as usual—five weeks into the semester, I have yet to receive a key.
There are several “worst parts” about driving across the country.
But there was Spanish to learn.