Francis and Me
And blah blah blah, we all know the analytic drill here.
Yuhki and Me
I’d start by telling them about the lies I used to tell in middle school.
Dorothy and Me
Was she ever deterred?
Salman and Me
Narrators can’t be trusted, the combination of “mere” and “trifle” isn’t redundant, not every list requires an “and” before the final noun phrase.
Paul and Me
Sure, Mythic Greeks/Steampunks is a potent combo, but come on, Bear Cavalry/Penguins? That’s hilarious.
Jon and Me
When Jon says he’s blessed, I furiously believe it.
Andy and Me
The advantage of painting soup is that everyone understands it.
Josh and Chuck and Me
I’m not solely writing out of selfish, monetary interests.
John and Me
In the quiet of my own home I find myself always coming back to the gentle, familiar music of my childhood.
Karl and Me
This essay is not about Marx.
