This is a picture of multiple driveways at an apartment complex in LA. The driveways consist of two paved strips for each unit, spaced the same width apart as the tires on a car. I am trying to understand the purpose of a driveway that you have to mow. ???
1. Rental scooters. Hipsters, stop running down little old ladies on the sidewalk, FFS. 2. Dog poop. 3. No matter how hard I try, my hair always looks like Lori Loughlin’s, and god knows this is not what I want. 4. That dude in the Atlas Shrugged T-shirt. 5. No
I’ve noticed that writers and editors run out of things to talk about so they invent ridiculous rules that don’t exist outside their own heads, or they apply them like a toddler with a hammer. “Don’t use adverbs!” they say. You know, adverbs can be terrific. Writing is never about
I’ve never been much of a person for scenery as my friend Diane can tell you, which is probably because I spent many decades in Kansas where the scenery is very subtle, vast oceans of field and sky, and you can only distinguish landmarks after thirty years’ careful study. One
A colleague of mine moved to LA from the south last year and is having a hard time adjusting. “I miss the seasons,” she says, very obviously expecting me to chime in with how I love(d) Kansas in November, which I did but basically my position is they would have