“I know who lives in this house. You don’t live in this house.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Why does everyone feel they have to lie all the time?” he said. And I said, “Please don’t let my own selfish behavior prevent you from doing good works in the future, Daddy-o,” and it sounded even worse that I had meant it ( Read more... )

My co-worker was speaking to his two-year-old son on the phone, asking if he slept well last night and if he had a dream.

The little boy said he had dreamed of monkeys and birds.

***How beautiful is that? What happens to us when we grow up? How come even in my dreams I am working and sad ( Read more... )

So my co-worker, best known for the following: "I have a 12-pack if you count my ribs," delivered another nugget of wisdom today. Apparently, not only does she hate eating in general, but she also hates people who eat lunch at work. Have you ever heard of something so barbaric?

Some women should have their vaginas revoked. It's true.

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It's not that writers of color in this country don't have their work judged on literary merit; it's that we are not judged exclusively on these grounds. The writer's biography is also examined, his or her stats plugged into an authenticity equation to determine, once and for all, how real the work is. There are many reasons why this is self- ( Read more... )

get over it, already.

Friends only.

Why? I asked that myself. "Self, what the fuck," I asked. "Brush your hair for Christ's sake. You look like you crawled out of a hamper," I continued. And that's why.

To be added:(1) People I know ( Read more... )