It sinks into the pockets and hidey-holes, reaching where it has no right to be. It steals the horizon, unanchoring you. You float in a suddenly unfamiliar city. The rain has stolen the light and your best attitude, like a robber takes your jewels, your computer, your best memories.
It would be best to go back to bed. The rain-thief can’t find you there.
I always felt like fathers day was just a day for people with fathers in their lives.
Things I Learned from my First Half Marathon
Came into my first coupe glass today. Didn't so much inherit it as family circumstances made it available. I decided to celebrate with The Last Word, both boozy and sophisticated.
We cancelled cable three days ago.
Sometimes there's nothing you can do.