He ended up in my bed, in my pink sheets, the way lots of boys have. And he kissed me and I kissed him back and it reminded me of the boy who murmured, “We’re just two corn-fed kids” before he pressed his mouth to mine one winter night.
“Dress for how you wish to be dealt with.”
Sundays are for no makeup, for glasses, for books, for naps, for spending the day watching the same movies cable channels play every weekend.
It’s important to be nice. Nice people have better karma.
Minnesotans tend to live a really, really long time (I had relatives live into the early 100s!) so begin your anti-aging now!
Because as a woman, they don’t just go after your subject matter; they go after you, the person.
I inherited the pink from a girlfriend. We all need a pink-haired friend in our circle. She was ready to let it go and I was the one who needed it the most.
Writer’s block can feel very lonely when you’ve got writing in your blood. It’s as if your best friend, your imaginary pal, has deserted you.
Uh, no. I think red roses are tacky as hell. I’d work out a sponsorship with Bud Light Lime. If I want you to stay, you get a bottle!
The cold brings us together. It makes couples out of strangers.