Mary-Veronica
She isn’t actually Mary-Veronica. First she was Veronica, and then, after I gave her $140 but before she gave me her address, she became Mary.
She isn’t actually Mary-Veronica. First she was Veronica, and then, after I gave her $140 but before she gave me her address, she became Mary.
Do you suffer from English Major Guilt? While I am in recovery, this pernicious disease will still raise its head from time to time.
Step Seven—Whew, we’re already on step seven. Check the time. What time is it? Whoo boy, we’ve already been in here thirty minutes, and it’s only half done.
And this, dear reader, is why I think we Americans love to watch The Bachelorette. We love to look at those who have it all.
I have never had a dog, let alone a puppy, before, so I’m very much a novice with this new family endeavor. But the time now is right to take the puppy plunge.
My mom and dad trail behind me, consulting a map. One of my brothers squints upwards, while my sisters are eagerly taking pictures of sewer rats.
Your family just departed after a terrific weekend? No better way to fill the blazingly empty days in front of you than some Sylvia Plath!
The village of Visnes boasts an unusual claim to fame—its now-defunct mine produced the copper used on the Statue of Liberty.
Because when it comes to people I know who are both 1. my age and 2. genuinely proud of our country, the list grows thin.
I have no advanced skill in any area of life that lends me to glory or even mild recognition. You would be writing to a very ordinary woman of meager talent.