Love That Backpack Dog
I look at my feet and then at my dog’s feet, all tucked into the backpack she is patiently waiting for me to let her out of.
I look at my feet and then at my dog’s feet, all tucked into the backpack she is patiently waiting for me to let her out of.
As awful as Nintendo can be, the charm of Pokémon is undeniable.
She can come to the phone right now, because if she has died, she has also risen.
We wandered our neighborhood, spending nothing to play pickleball on the tennis courts north of us and to watch the sunset from the hill to the south.
What actions are actually rest for me these days, and what are just a means to while away the time?
We reach out towards it and it reaches back.
Even when victory Monday became commiseration Monday, I felt the beauty of living that disappointment together.
Think about the particular way you form and connect your letters and wonder about where that comes from.
You need the right blend of ‘we all know each other, but there is room for something wild to happen.’
“I don’t remember the title but the cover was red” was the first library meme you ever encountered.