“Don’t want to mix up your words with mine
Wanna live to reflect your light
Give me you, give me truth
And the rest will fall in line… 631 more words
I think this is going to be the sort of letter that every parent dreams about receiving. Did you two talk about getting a letter like this after another day of rowdy kids who didn’t get their schoolwork done and had bad attitudes and didn’t listen and didn’t obey? 867 more words
I have this thing for re-runs of Monk.
I empathize with and chuckle at Mr. Monk, a troubled detective who battles his OCD and solves crime on the streets of San Francisco, and at this point I know by heart the song Randy Newman rasps during the opening credits, “It’s a Jungle Out There.” Last year when I moved to Chicago, I would often nervously hum the tune while out and about in the city. 1,780 more words