An open letter to the ladybug I found on my window and now believe has been living in my room for two months, written after I have been watching “Homeland” all morning:

I see you there. I know you know who I am. So let’s go on. No, I know you can’t always rely on me to have foliage for you to hide in on the shelf, I sometimes let things get a little dry up there. No, I don’t think anyone made you. You’re good. So […]