“To Whom it May Concern”, the note said, “this crystal is to go to Shelly and Gene, the stemware and all the rest of it you can divide up amongst you three.”
We kind of expected the pound lady to be an expert in this area, although at the time we could see with our own eyes she wasn’t a Labrador (the dog, I mean. Not the pound lady… who I guess we could also see wasn’t a Labrador either).
An appendicitis doesn’t whisper in your ear “you probably deserve this,” a broken leg doesn’t say “you can get through this on your own.” Depression tells you you’re worthless, anxiety screams at you to hide, addiction teaches you to lie.
Not surprisingly, there had been a fair amount of interest from my committee-mates in how I was going to deliver said lecture, since, also not surprisingly, I have a big mouth.
It’s well past time for all people of faith to call out those who would use the Bible as a bludgeon
I was struck by stories of the grace with which the internees met the horrible injustices inflicted upon them. Some had been given days to prepare to abandon their homes, others mere hours. Many returned after the war to find little remaining of their former lives. They sent their own sons off to fight for a country that then asked them to sign loyalty pledges.
A little thing about parenting, anxiety, and how a zombie apocalypse might be the distraction we need some days.
I wonder about her coming back to that classroom every day, to face these crappy kids who could care less about poetry or prose or protagonists. Maybe her setting that garden out where anyone could dismantle it is an act of defiance.
We’re all just one kitschy plastic tote away from either looking our put-together best or coming across like a crazed hoarder
First of all, don’t come at me about the title, you guys. I know teens does’t rhyme with the way you’re supposed to say New Orleans, but it’s cute and kitschy and SEO friendly, and y’all know I’m all about the market. Secondly, you should know this trip just about didn’t happen, even though we’ve […]