I don’t know when I became so obsessed with avoiding food poisoning, but even though my pasta salad is dressed with oil and contains only veggies, I’m nervous about eating it after five unrefrigerated hours.
The difference between a custom and a law is enforcement.
He’s obviously happier. Nothing’s changed–yet–but his perspective. The peace is nearly tangible.
They’re so…human. I could sit here all day, marinating in this combination of wonder and sorrow.
When I ask her what she thinks of the gorillas, she says they’re scary, but I can tell she doesn’t mean it, that she’s only saying it because she’s been saying it for so long she’s convinced she still believes it even as her eyes shine with joy.
My anger at being misunderstood and fear of disappointing others must be rooted in places I haven’t found yet. Or haven’t been brave enough to look for.
No one falls asleep on the way home.
World’s Sexiest Forehead Sunburn.
I haven’t felt the urge to spring clean, but when your toddler tells you the house is dirty, it’s gone too far.