I have actively dodged using the Finnish word for 'fork' for fear of saying something else entirely. This has resulted in eating salad with a spoon and other minor indignities.
I have actively dodged using the Finnish word for 'fork' for fear of saying something else entirely. This has resulted in eating salad with a spoon and other minor indignities.
I distantly registered the pastor speaking. I’m sure he was telling everyone present how good of a person my mother was. Had been. He went through the typical stuff people get graced with when they die. I thought it was nonsensical. Everyone here loved my mother, that’s the reason they were here mourning her in the first place.
I wasn’t very sad when our son died. I mean of course I was sad, but not heart-broken. Sounds horrible, I know, but I just wasn’t.
Some Tuesdays in March you wake up a rainbow princess bag lady. On a wet November day you may be the ghost of a drowned snail. For every other person escaping into their costume, I’m willing to bet there’s one who’s reveling in the rare chance to dress as themself.
The scent of the pages of fifty-year-old booksup in the cold up, Your breaths twirling up,
The problem that women face is the double standards when it comes to Halloween costumes. The outfits that are marketed towards us are short and fitting, even when we want to dress up as a pumpkin, which is anything but short and fitting.