My Thoughts While Watching The Bachelorette
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.
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.
I do feel cynical toward the political system. I am disgusted by people spouting hate at one another. I am sick of all the shouting. I do have a headache.
17. It’s a small world. You will meet the same people over and over. So if you’re bad at remembering names, start practicing now.
This morning, while I walloped crawling mosquitoes off of my vulnerable feet, my husband hacked off haphazard slices of my toenails with his Leatherman.