On Living Happily During the War
I train the hose on our seedlings and think about the rains that have failed over and over again in parts of the Horn of Africa.
I train the hose on our seedlings and think about the rains that have failed over and over again in parts of the Horn of Africa.
And you know what? I regret nothing.
“Better, we thought, to wait out the clock than go looking for new friends.”
Your spouse may ask if you really need all these books and couldn’t you get rid of some? The only permissible answer to such an insult is “I don’t understand the question and I won’t respond to it.”
When everyone gathered around her and started singing “Happy Birthday” in a key far too high, she knew to blow out the candles.
A good book can fill you with an odd evangelistic urge to press its pages into someone else’s hands.
They don’t smile much, they hate small talk, and you get the sense that they are mentally preparing themselves for an imminent apocalypse.
I type fast, scroll fast, work fast.
As it turned out, carb loading for thirtysomethings is rather different to carb loading for teens.
With a soundless slap, the pizza was on my windshield.