Coffee vs. Tea: 5 Rounds

After swing dancing for hours, I have a busted big toe, and I smell like the beer that has been spilled on me, but my swishy red dress still looks great. Let’s walk down the street and hang out a little longer. Order a mocha, I am told by boy I danced with who was dancing trained in an Austrian year abroad. You’ll love it.

Bubbly

Bubbles look glittery in a Coke, and lacy in the bathtub, but actually bubbles are dangerous. You could kill someone with a champagne cork. Or crinkle the crap out of your china cabinet. Or burp.

Hell Hath No Fury

Yesterday I walked into two conversations about Hell. First I was sitting eating my lunch in an empty classroom when a couple of students wandered in. I was doing my best to ignore them, but one was saying, “I have a King James translation and I just don’t understand it with all those wherefores and […]

Salinger

For introverts everywhere, J.D. Salinger had been staying home. He did his thing, and he just wanted us to leave him alone. He said no thank you, and sometimes, hell, no, in a world where people foam at the mouth for media attention. I liked knowing he was at home and didn’t need nobody. I […]