We lurch toward Halloween amidst gaping societal wounds.
6:30 a.m.: My alarm goes off, playing the Rocky theme song. I cheer “GO IGGLES!” and wake up.
There’s at least six months of foot germs floating around in the neroli oil-infused water.
Dear Management (aka Finn’s Mommy and Daddy)
“I know your gynecologist claims that birth control can prevent unplanned pregnancies, but meditation always works for me.”
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