G.K. Chesterton, sometimes you just get it right. Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling. This, however, is not generally a part of the domestic apparatus on the premises. […] Misers get up early in the morning;Continue reading “On Lying in Bed”
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’tContinue reading “Beautiful Words for Overthinkers Like Me”
Snark on the Side 