I love that the first people the Statue of liberty invites are the tired. Is it only tired? Can the exhausted and burnt out come too?
Tag: am writing
One of the challenges of being a nonfiction writer is that you can’t tell half of your friends when you’ve finally gotten published. They probably did something stupid and you spent several weeks worth of your time and talent judging them for it.
It seems kind of insensitive to keep referring to the resurrection at a funeral. Like, God, why are you rubbing it in?
You eat the macaroni and cheese you think you deserve. This is not a judgment against people who choose boxed over baked, but I do believe that they could learn to love themselves a little more.