My mother texted back the salivating emoji and asked me to save her some.
When you're waiting for your nephew
Don't underestimate the Witching Hour
Self-love is in fashion now, but it glosses over so many uncomfortable truths.
I was so sad once in February I drove with the handbrake on for the whole day.
I thought the word “snorkel” to myself, over and over, and undertook a very limited exploration of every opinion I’d ever had on the subject.
Like many of John Le Carré’s women, she has a creepy energy that I can only describe as “sex-mother.”
Many of the women in his books seem unable to decide whether they want to sleep with every man they see or be their actual biological mother.
Never tell Mom
Here Comes Mr. Clearsighted Humanitarian