After the most recent storm I put a towel on a chair to dry and now I can’t move it. He loves to sleep on it, he loves to sleep below it. I’m a prisoner to that towel.
I just read a recent New York Magazine article about Anna Nicole Smith. I am not even particularly interested in Anna Nicole Smith, but something grabbed me and the article was so well done I couldn’t stop reading. The writer is just that kind of writer, and her story is can’t-look-away sad.