Ode to Thrift Store Skates
It all came so much easier to my pigeon-toed feet than walking ever will.
It all came so much easier to my pigeon-toed feet than walking ever will.
It doesn’t make much sense, as far as personal dreams or plans for my future go.
If I retire to my room early, it’s hard not to feel a twinge of guilt.
A cautious attempt at cranberry sauce sat side by side with the more reliable smoky chili sauce, shito.
I walked our meat department every day looking for the perfect bird on which to dote and ultimately roast to golden, crispy-skinned perfection.
All I know is that she gardens and gives people Christmas trees and string lights, so according to Hallmark movies she’s probably Santa’s daughter.
Despite her mother’s gentle instruction, Naomi’s approach better resembled University of Michigan defensive end Aidan Hutchinson’s manhandling of the Ohio State offense.
It is an easy explanation for why people are so afraid of clowns—or dolls, for that matter.
I “flew away from the nest” of family without really figuring out what my nest even was.
That’s when the client’s mailbox gets pummelled to the ground.