I have actively dodged using the Finnish word for 'fork' for fear of saying something else entirely. This has resulted in eating salad with a spoon and other minor indignities.
I have actively dodged using the Finnish word for 'fork' for fear of saying something else entirely. This has resulted in eating salad with a spoon and other minor indignities.
I distantly registered the pastor speaking. I’m sure he was telling everyone present how good of a person my mother was. Had been. He went through the typical stuff people get graced with when they die. I thought it was nonsensical. Everyone here loved my mother, that’s the reason they were here mourning her in the first place.
I wasn’t very sad when our son died. I mean of course I was sad, but not heart-broken. Sounds horrible, I know, but I just wasn’t.
Some Tuesdays in March you wake up a rainbow princess bag lady. On a wet November day you may be the ghost of a drowned snail. For every other person escaping into their costume, I’m willing to bet there’s one who’s reveling in the rare chance to dress as themself.