On Losing a Pet
There’s still a bit of wildness in them that we can never control.
There’s still a bit of wildness in them that we can never control.
We can be forgiven, perhaps, for imagining the past as it is recorded to be both graspable and comprehensive.
I wanted a table again.
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
It was a joke when I turned to my sister and asked, “I dunno, do you wanna share a spinsters’ grave with me?”
I, too, am a member of the convenience cult.
YouTube democratized intellectual pursuits, complicated ideas, and real academic debates.
I’m still holding out on winning the lottery on a ticket I’ll never buy.
While this might seem like an emergency scenario, it was, in fact, because there was no parking next to a music venue for Ubers to pick up drunk patrons.
Even twaddle contains some truth.