Dear Ex-best Friend
We went to different high schools. We got jobs. Life got busy and we hung out less.
We went to different high schools. We got jobs. Life got busy and we hung out less.
Over the past four months I’ve had the privilege of cultivating some of the world’s finest beans.
The house listed around 2:00 p.m. on Thursday, we walked through it at 3:30, and we wrote on it by 11:00 a.m. Friday. We weren’t the first offer.
I’m not scared of the gods that inhabit these places per se; I’m just wary of the humans who built them.
I spend a fair bit of time with first year college students. I am sometimes envious of them.
Moral: Take care, even when ye be in Haeyste, to not do that which woulde Waste Tyme later, for from Haeyste proceedeth only Waeyste.
Clark and Tessie came immediately to the back screen door, already vocalizing their hunger. No Lewis.
The memory of their faces in this moment is one of two life events that can make me cry on cue.
Have you ever noticed how intimate sitcoms are?
I’m writing about the extraordinary.