Ryan
The orange sat in my bag for another day because I continued refusing to admit that oranges are just too messy to eat at work.
The orange sat in my bag for another day because I continued refusing to admit that oranges are just too messy to eat at work.
I saw my grandmother's death, the grandmother I had lived with until the seventh grade, as merely an opportunity to miss school.
Insignificant, I am the mother of a 25-year-old son for whom I neither baked a cake nor mailed a birthday card--I did call him--and I want you to know that perhaps your mother feels as guilty as I do about it and that we LOVE YOU--our precious sons--despite our laziness.