It’s okay to not be okay all the time. That’s what I want you to remember.
The root system became extra problematic that August morning.
Considering the dumpster fires we’ve all seen on social media, I’m not sure how deeply I could offend. I’ve seen everything from a dog fight to a man getting shot and killed on Facebook.
It’s beautiful in a confident, completely unapologetic way that makes just makes sense to me.
I contemplated kicking him in the Nathan Sack.
Sometimes I bring her out in the kitchen while I’m cooking so she can stare at me like she used to.
Whatever level of comfort or discomfort you’ve accustomed yourself to, nothing seems too terrible when you remember it could always be worse.
I guess I am uniquely hard on my feet.
And even though I’m far from what many folks would consider a “good” runner, I’m a consistent one.
I love how the more I have tried to learn about him as a person, the more mysterious he became to me. He’s taught me that the art should be more interesting than the artist.
Sometimes humans there poop outside, but don’t have moms to pick it up. Like you guys aren’t gross enough without fur suits.
The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
Don't say, "Dick," or "dickhead," but rather use the formal, "Richard."
I negotiated with that god. “Give the kids food and I’ll memorize verses. I’ll read something from your book every night and try to be a good kid.”
Coincidentally, my Man Friend drives a Ford Mustang and lets Joey ride along. Just another reason he’s the best.
The drama was what happened not long after we finished our run, so it’s more of a classic tale of a white person having to insert herself into the narrative.
I will admit to being jealous of her fully-formed poops when I took her out for potty breaks.
I used to believe all the nonsense I was told about even playing fields and Davids beating Goliaths.
He stopped a few feet to my right and I heard a low growl.
Joey wasn't the only musical dog--we saw a Haggard and I'm sure we missed a Dylan. There's always a Dylan.