Welcome to the Writing Workshop Where We Don’t Write
Give in to this workshop not by writing, but by taking turns asking for more condiments, plates, and silverware as I stash them in my purse.
Give in to this workshop not by writing, but by taking turns asking for more condiments, plates, and silverware as I stash them in my purse.
When God closes a door, he opens a window. Because you will never, and I mean never, have central air conditioning.
What do I want for Christmas? Just get me anything. Socks, sweaters, a crisp stack of twenties shoved inside a brown paper bag.
Wearing multiple warm layers will ensure that you don’t end up in the ER with hypothermia.
Whole: Expect your life to be "Emily in Paris" but really it’s more like "Frances Ha"
FastFix here. Hard to articulate... but there’s something about 5:00 that feels more rounded out than 4:30, don’t you think?
You raised some concerns that a lot of us have zero climbing experience. Just so you know, I watched a bunch of climbing videos.
You’re ashamed to be wearing something from Goodwill while everyone you know is wearing something gifted to them by their rich parents.
You looked through my mail and saw my meager wages. Appalled, you negotiated on my behalf, raising my salary commensurate with the rent raise.
He got together with all the angels, Betty White, and your childhood dog, and they had a long hard think about how things are going down here.
Providing an extra hand for “light as a feather stiff as a board” at your next sleepover / Watching your ex’s Instagram story and reporting on their whereabouts
Uh oh, you're back into the ol' overdraft - just two minutes after being paid. Thoughts and, of course, prayers, Emily.