The important things

So, my parents are here for the weekend, and I am overjoyed. I never really realize how nice it is not to be the only person in the house who doesn’t think “I know you are, but what am I?” is astute rhetoric until others are here. Then, instead of...

Reading once, reading twice. . .

… Reading books is very nice. (You’re welcome for sticking this in your head. No need to thank me.) I would love to tell you something really meaningful and life-changing, tonight, but I’ve got nothing. Well, I have a bunch of laundry that needs to...

Love transcends ordinary

Otto and I talk on the phone every night. Occasionally we only talk for twenty minutes or so—if it’s very late, or one of us has to go somewhere, or if I’m sick and cranky and need to sleep—and even more rarely we talk for closer to three...

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