The message I unearthed yesterday when I ripped into a bag of Dove peanut butter chocolates. If the wrapper is too crinkly for your discerning eyes, it reads: Too much of a good thing is wonderful. Carry on.
It’s morning. I’m sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal, typing a story for the newspaper. I figure Joe is asleep in the bedroom. He’s not. He’s awake in bed. He calls out, “Heidi?” And I say, “Yes?” And he says, “Thank you for going out with me in the first place.” [...]
Two summers ago my mother got a breast reduction. It was a long time coming. All my life it seemed her boobs functioned simultaneously as a source of humor and disgust. Growing up we invented songs about them. Actually, my mom invented songs about them. She’s goofy like that. She’s never taken herself too seriously. [...]
I had what I call a dreamer’s dream Friday night. When I woke up I felt younger and lighter. I woke up with twitchy toes and messy hair. I woke up craving apple pie and hot chocolate with small marshmallows. I tried to dream it again last night. I closed my eyes and breathed as [...]
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