They seemed to have an instant rapport which could be explained by blood or just not explained at all.
I have discovered that the surest way to end up in a place is to imagine you'll never go there.
It seemed to begin in Chico and end all the way back in Marysville.
A family secret. Involving rabbits. And vodka. Lemon optional.
“Hello, I am your basic annoying American who has read a lot of English novels and I have been invited by real English people for lunch on Sunday and I want to bring a claret.”
This is one of many articles you may have read about how nothing matters.
I like to believe Learned Hand would not have been BFF-opera-buddies with Antonin Scalia, even though their shared interests include being dead.
I wrote this in 2014 but I do still wonder: Why?
When you are around 49 and a woman the estrogen and progesterone remaining in your body are in a dance-off to the death.