What Two Hippos Taught Me about Love and Friendship
Loving another person is simultaneously the simplest and the most complicated thing that we do.
Loving another person is simultaneously the simplest and the most complicated thing that we do.
If you need me, I’ll be listening to the Game of Thrones soundtrack on repeat for the next few months.
Confession dwells. It sets up camp in the desert of failure and resigns itself to wandering forty minutes or forty years.
Let me be clear: you do not have to do anything.
So consider this a love letter from your faraway child.
So here I now find myself, a year later, not with a record of instances—some long calendar of thresholds met and surpassed by Jes and me and Toph—but with the accretion of slow change.
There’s a brand of bathroom scales called “Thinner.” This is a bad name for a bathroom scale.
Paul’s vision of goodness is, shockingly, based on subjective morality, another thing I have been told is unbiblical.
As the game went into double-overtime (that’s a thing?), I was stress-eating a Pop-Tart when I finally realized I was being ridiculous.
Claire makes Lucky Charms and it turns out cereal is extremely hard to make at home, which is maybe why General Mills can charge us $4 for a twelve-ounce box of air and sugar.