If your wife locks you out of the house, you don't have a problem with your door.
Needless to say, there was no one around remotely fitting the description of a normal person: I was at a writing conference.
Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware.
I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.
I don't have any romantic views of parenting. Every step of the way it's really hard. It's a dangerous world, physically and psychologically.
But easy's like, who cares? Easy's like, how much is easy going to get you?