When this is over, I am not sure I want to go back to Normal.
It's just that I'm not certain that I'm doing it right, this life.
We are done with waiting and hoping.
Brooklyn will always be part of my story.
I have a confession. That's not me.
"Next time, this guy can have a toilet paper swing!"
This gave me a little shiver.
It seems so obvious now, yet shocking.
Lucy never warned me that this could happen.
My step dad was really into Doberman Pincers. Though none of our dogs was the least bit aggressive, it was fun to walk them, because people were afraid. It was
It was something good.
There were movies and games in the children’s lounge. And lollipops.
We are not cake people.
From this picture, you can probably guess why.
“No more pictures. You have to go upstairs.”
If I’d only seen that video before my wedding, perhaps Liz wouldn’t have had to wait 5 more years for her own wedding day.
I was surprised that I actually got my wish.
I’m talking about a full blown, collapse-on-the-floor-and-blubber-till-the-snot-runs emotional cataclysm.
At times I am jealous of your daydreams.
It’s the mornings that sometimes get me.
His words made sense, but I was beyond logic.
Now I had to decide.
I kept making for the door and then turning back.
It's like that around here now.
I began to notice more and more carcasses.