I have a roommate, and I signed a year lease. I screwed up! That's like I wrote a joke that didn't work, but now I have to tell it for a year.
The first person I click on can't be the right choice.
You don't just turn off your feelings for someone, and that's a very hard, sad truth for people. When you're drawn to someone, even if they're not good for you, you feel connected. In a lot of ways.
I'm very happy that being gay and married and having kids has become such an accepted piece of the fabric of America.
Anything you say from your heart to God is a prayer. But "why" is rarely a useful question. When Job keeps asking God why he has had such loss and suffering, God says, "You wouldn't understand. " I always want to know why, and I almost never have a good answer.
Power to the Democrats is an entitlement, elections are a formality, and they should never lose. And especially to somebody like Donald Trump, who they think is a reprobate and a horrible guy.
My heart is tuned to the quietness that the stillness of nature inspires.
What is it about her that is so goddamned special?