You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
(This post contains gross elements involving body fluids. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
You might cry, at nine o’clock pm on a Saturday night when you’re cleaning the last bathroom and your man comes in and finds you. “Hey, hard workin lady,” he says gently, and holds you. You might cry then, though you’ve been strong all day. They’re in bed now. It’s not so much that you […]
Dear Jesus, I can hardly believe it, but two thousand years later it’s easy to think that the stable was a romantic place for a birth. Cozy light, cooing doves, an immaculate virgin, a smiling baby. The stable was an awful place for a birth, cold and dark, filled with pooping cows and flatulating donkeys […]