I think women like Ferraris. A Ferrari is everybody's car.
A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad's car. I don't blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don't have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.
If you don't decide where you're going, life will decide for you.
I blend memories. I blend them into one that's funny. I exaggerate to clarify.
In marriage, compromise nurtures the relationship.
I have an only child. She's so independent and good with adults.