This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
Here’s the thing: life is sort of a pretty dream, if you look at it the right way.
In case you didn’t know, here are all the mandatory things you must celebrate from pre-birth to post-death.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Still waters are always the sign of something deep(er).
No doors ever stay permanently closed. No matter how far you go, how fast you run, your past is always nipping at your heels.
The eating of food is one of life’s most sublime pleasures. We should all indulge it.