I hadn’t wanted to have a kid until I met my partner.
Our time on Earth is so random.
I fancy myself as being a fairly competent person.
I have a zillion bottles of hot sauce. I love Trader Joe's jalapeno. The whole right side of my fridge is filled with hot sauce.
The city of Oia is the most magnificently romantic place I've ever been.
When did an old white guy yelling at me, telling me what to think become news? What gives him the right to tell me what to think? When was the last time he was in Iraq or Afghanistan or Sri Lanka... or anywhere that didn't have a beach?