Snooze: Is It All Lew’s Fault?
“You can leave our boy, GENERAL LEW WALLACE, famous author of Ben-Hur and fishing enthusiast, entirely OUT OF IT! Thank you very much.”
“You can leave our boy, GENERAL LEW WALLACE, famous author of Ben-Hur and fishing enthusiast, entirely OUT OF IT! Thank you very much.”
Punchy and riotous on first taste, it leaves a surprising and persistent note of ontological questioning.
Pirating books en masse means depriving authors of pay for their work, impacting both their ability to create and the fate of future books.
Sometimes the pairing is intended to share themes, while sometimes one simply needs to be picked up off the floor after an Aaron Sorkin script leaves you lying there.
This was the first time my two-week notice meant anything significant.
How often do we think about what friendships we make as if it is going to fundamentally alter our souls and our human experience?
The fact that a stereotypical English major job—or any job, for that matter—didn’t fall in my lap right after graduation isn’t my problem. The mixed messages are.
We flip open the welcome binder, quickly decide this is too complicated and pull out the French press instead. This, I can do.
Holding the tassel pole like a fisherman waiting for a bite, I sat on the couch.
It was friendship at first hike.