On the Same Bittersweet Day
On the same bittersweet day | I gave each a name | And loved each alike.| On the same bittersweet day, | I rocked a crib | And commissioned a grave.
On the same bittersweet day | I gave each a name | And loved each alike.| On the same bittersweet day, | I rocked a crib | And commissioned a grave.
Staring up at a velvet black sky, we watch millions of stars spark and swirl. On a quilt, soft and worn with years of washing and dreaming, we speak of the fate of humanity…
I have a theory that the nicest rooms, those with the best views, go to the sickest patients. If my theory is correct, I’m fucked. My room is on the second floor…
Tell me, in all your travels, have you ever seen the origin of the universe unfold before your eyes? I have… once. At night, a night on the Oregon coast.
Nerves danced beneath my skin, prickling and intensifying with each passing moment. The TV droned in the background.
I slip through the conference hall as swiftly as my pumps allow, with a big smile and a wave to my venture capitalist buddies in back.
I have to find new holes because the tampons need somewhere to go. They live everywhere: every purse I own, the cup holders in my car, the pockets of…
Chick Ernest had been chatting with other parents when his son nearly died. The basketball season ended around Thanksgiving and the Sharks went to Kat’s Kradle…
It’s not enough anymore to just advertise facts; you have to tell a story. In the past, marketing was simple but our methods for communication have changed.