Hallmark and Heaven
Oh no, Hallmark, I think it’s quite likely I already care far too much about the assorted unnecessary objects in that unasked-for packet.
Oh no, Hallmark, I think it’s quite likely I already care far too much about the assorted unnecessary objects in that unasked-for packet.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t contemplate the busted door as a sign from God that I should stay home, but I brushed that off right quick.
If you were placed into a story about first dates, you’d better know your fish diseases.
Am I really supposed to make a purple sandwich out of this mess?
The professor in charge of my primary tutorial would, in what conservative pundits would later call “a total snowflake move,” offer to move back the due date on that week’s essay.
But writing about my anger also moved me to remember that there are no clean lines to be drawn here between villains and heroes.
I should have known I couldn’t escape politics by watching Star Trek, the first major American show to show an interracial kiss.
Don’t cause someone else harm. That sounds like a really good place to start.
My first shift. Spilled a glass of Sprite and dropped a basket of onion rings within the first 30 minutes. Surprisingly, they let me stay.
In the failure of dogma, try generosity.