I followed the paths, past the sign that said “Cats Ahead!”
When you're waiting for your nephew
Mile by mile, cookie by cookie, escaping the holidays
“I want to eat it,” I would say.
I told her I hate it, so she told me she hates me but still puts up with me because life isn’t fair.
Navigate a forest of worry to your final destination!
I calmed down a little bit.
My son is in competition for an increasingly paltry prize. For something that never was a prize.
I was reading about Stalinism and Nazism non-stop, and I was certain it was making me sick.