When I was a junior in high school, my English teacher asked us to describe the first time we processed the idea of death. As was the case with most of my high school papers, I came up with a much better description of this childhood moment years after writing the paper; still, the assignment has…
On my drive to work this morning, an old Barbie Dream House had been left out on their curb for bulk trash day. And of course, it’s raining, so it was a wildly depressing sight. But the size of the thing! That dollhouse, now crumbling and filling with water, must have been up to my hip…
Maybe There Will Be Cupcakes 