If the nest is truly empty, who owns all this junk?
I have paid as much as $300 a night to throw up into a sink shaped like a seashell.
One never realizes how different a husband and wife can be until they begin to pack for a trip.
Never underestimate what it takes to watch someone you love in pain.
Everyone I talked to was a recording-the bank, the elevator, your office, the school, a wrong number. You used to be able to call a wrong number and get a person.
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.