Here's what I got myself for Mother's Day. My kid isn't old enough to buy me anything -- although Sonia at daycare made her hand me a cupcake-shaped foil balloon today with the words "Sweet Mom" scrawled across the bottom; the obvious mischaracterization being the main clue that this gift wasn't selected for me by my daughter. Still made me cry. Happy Mother's Day. Moving on!
If I had no other obligations — and if I hadn’t wrecked my wrists a few years back — I would knit all the time; literally fall asleep knitting at night and pick it up as soon as I woke in the morning. (In this scenario I would also have maidens to feed me so I would not have to take any breaks to eat.) But because I don’t live in a fantasy, I mostly knit while
Too many people want you to dismiss a raccoon's deal of "Oh they're mischievous cat-dogs with friendly washed hands and a jewel-thief face" when it's really an ALL-HANDS NO-FEET TRASH-CAT WITH A DOG'S STOMACH AND A POSSUM'S HEART. It can put itself up in trees but it waddles on the ground, I can't be in trustment of a beast that clambers and waddles both; either be graceful and lithe all of times, or be clumsy…
While Alice Dunbar-Nelson (1875-1935) is often discussed alongside other Louisiana writers such as Kate Chopin and George Washington Cable, she is not nearly as well known today as they are.
you seem distracted, my love
do i really
you keep staring into the middle distance
oh
is that not you?
i'm always mixing up you with the middle distance
you look so much like the middle distance
When Bessa is nine her hair turns gray. Well, to be fair, it is more silver than gray. Some blame it on the abnormally high tides, others on the dismal blue crab harvest of that year, but most claim it is the island itself that has turned her hair that vibrant, glinting shade—that it has done so as it slowly slips into the warm, milky waters of the Chesapeake. You see, the island is sinking.
good news
i have written you another poem
is it –
don't worry
it's VERY long and EXTREMELY unfinished
oh good
it's about what if a woman saw another woman take her coat off
and it's 9000 lines
wow
it's so great that i can still write when i'm high and it doesn't affect my work
Welcome back to Crush Cakes. When you sit around breathlessly swooning over your crushes nonstop like me, well…we are worldly people here, you know what happens next. I make cakes expressing my feelings for them, and then sit back and wait for my destiny to be fulfilled. It all makes perfect sense.
Twelve years ago,
National Treasure
was released. It is that movie where Nicholas Cage steals the Declaration of Independence, and it's perfect. I own the DVD even though DVDs aren't very useful now, and I have seen it upwards of fifteen times. Nine years ago,
National Treasure 2
was released. It was good, not great, but it contained seeds of greatness.
13. Help her to curb her shopping impulse. She will no doubt want to buy a lot of wool sweaters that look like Keri Russell’s sweaters. She may also seek out a pair of high-waisted Guess jeans or a bodysuit, which she will justify by saying, “Well, it wasn’t the 1980s unless you could feel snaps in your crotch.”
The One Who Is Mostly A High-Protein Breakfast
We've all been there. They seem perfectly normal, and then you move in together, and realize that 80% or more of the time, they're overnight oats drizzled with almond butter, or cottage cheese-and-egg-white pancakes. Typical.
