Recipe: 3 Delicious Hard-Learned Lessons, Seasoned with Sarcasm, and Served with a Lifetime of Grudges
The whole ride there, I’m begging God to hold the cake in his everlasting arms.
The whole ride there, I’m begging God to hold the cake in his everlasting arms.
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
Maybe I just need to get into something nerdier, like styling cosplay wigs or long division.
Maybe I was a writer, but I hated the words.
There have been nights I’ve had to balance a full tray of drinks on one hand and hold my gut with the other because I’m laughing so hard.
I can’t even entertain the thought of working out when the sun has barely risen.
July 3 was the day that more people than I can remember told me they loved me.
“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.