The lines that crowned my granny’s lips were beautiful because I did not know their source. I could imagine whistling, kisses, puckered sentiments. #micropoetry
January 21, 2025 at 2:01 AM
The lines that crowned my granny’s lips were beautiful because I did not know their source. I could imagine whistling, kisses, puckered sentiments. #micropoetry
Making snowman pancakes and watching Star Trek on Christmas Eve morning, as the Baby Jesus intended.
December 24, 2024 at 2:55 PM
Making snowman pancakes and watching Star Trek on Christmas Eve morning, as the Baby Jesus intended.
One can scold one’s children for choosing carbs always and also choose carbs always.
December 8, 2024 at 7:19 PM
One can scold one’s children for choosing carbs always and also choose carbs always.
Mentally I am here.
February 1, 2024 at 9:36 PM
Mentally I am here.
I peaked in 1997 when I won an award for reading every Newbery Medal book.
January 31, 2024 at 10:45 PM
I peaked in 1997 when I won an award for reading every Newbery Medal book.
Accurate.
Reading T. Kingfisher horror is like being at a séance and not realizing your chair is a mimic.
Like yes, there’s a spooky scary ghost but that’s not the scariest bit.
Like yes, there’s a spooky scary ghost but that’s not the scariest bit.
September 18, 2023 at 11:31 PM
Accurate.