Reading Is Escape, And The Opposite Of

Let's Face It: Part Of Being A Grownup Is That Every Day You Have To Choose Between Going Out At Night Or Staying Home, And It Is One Of Life's Unhappy Truths That There Is Not Enough Time To Do Both.

Suddenly, One Day, There Was This Thing Called Parenting. Parenting Was Serious. Parenting Was Fierce. Parenting Was Solemn. Parenting Was A Participle, Like Going And Doing And Crusading And Worrying.

You Can't Retrieve You Life (unless You're On Wikipedia, In Which Case You Can Retrieve An Inaccurate Version Of It).

I Am Not A New Journalist, Whatever That Is. I Just Sit Here At The Typewriter And Bang Away At The Old Forms.

Don't You Love New York In The Fall? It Makes Me Want To Buy School Supplies. I Would Send You A Bouquet Of Newly Sharpened Pencils If I Knew Your Name And Address.