I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?
(About parenting:) ... all that tedium, broken up by little spurts of high drama.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.
I've always enjoyed studying the small clues that indicate a particular class level.
I write because I want to have more than one life.
We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.