Because bluebirds are so darned happy. Supposedly.
The loss of my friend Mark was devastating. This memorial may be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.
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Do you have a gigantic dog who likes to be held like a baby? Well, we do!
So, I guess I should say that The Husband doesn’t ordinarily wear a tiara? Also? Ireland.
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According to The Husband, there can only be one Dr. Pepperlander.
You know what? I turned 40 on Monday. Here’s an illustration of what I think of my forties so far.
Help me, Twittermonster. Please save me from myself.
There is no greater sleight-of-hand than a name.
I once allowed a woman to call me Whitney for eight years without correction. Have you ever done something like that?
The Husband said to tell you Happy Halloween.
Don’t worry—I’ll always share my Easter chocolate with you!
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I am always amazed at what the tango can do when matched with the right dancer.
Whatever the war photographers brought into a place was carried on their backs— and sometimes in their minds.
In the last month of winter, I bought a clock from a man in Latvia who deals exclusively in time.
All those smashed instruments and crying men. I’m never going to get that sound out of my ears, Chet. Never.
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