Let the Confetti Fall
Not even twenty four hours after the moment, thoughts of all the next steps had already derailed my joy.
Not even twenty four hours after the moment, thoughts of all the next steps had already derailed my joy.
Knowing that a man who’s well on his way to becoming a household name internationally loves the same baseball team as you has to be a good feeling.
The pet clinics around me don’t even have veterinarians on staff that work with fish.
There are simply too many games to play, and they just keep making them!
The winter was long. It was bitter this year. Wasn’t it?
Call it shedding my “a pleasure to have in class” skin.
What Thunderbolts* represents is faith rewarded, a return (even briefly) to a tradition of blockbuster competence that seemed lost to a proliferation of nightmarishly digital and dumbly unfunny slop.
Too often we are asking the wrong question.
The room was eerily quiet as the students sat waiting for me to get ready, so I tried to lighten the mood. They all take this so seriously, too seriously.
My birth story is one that my mom shares every year —she saw Lorelai do it in a Gilmore Girls episode.