Me: OMG! If I see the word “whoa” misspelled as “woah” one more time, my head is going to explode. You know, I don’t mind when it’s laypeople on Facebook, but when someone who calls herself a writer—
Jess (looking at a blog posting I recently made): You misspelled “lavender” here. You’ve got one too many “a”s.
Me: Well, everyone makes mistakes.
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Jess and I are going to see Muppets: Most Wanted, and she wants to know what “most wanted” means. Me: If the police know you’ve done something criminal, but they don’t know where to find you, they might put you on the most-wanted list. Then if you’re spotted, the police will arrest you. Jessica: Well,…
“It’s going to rain today,” Jessica says. “Yes, it sure looks like it,” I agree. “I just wanted to make sure you know.” “Um, okay,” I say. I am fully capable of reading a weather forecast or looking up at the iron-gray sky and reaching the appropriate conclusion, but whatever. An hour later, I’m in…
The other day I got an email from school saying Jessica had randomly been selected to participate in a group discussion about how the school could better support students and asking me to give permission to allow her to do so. Since this is the kind of thing I leave entirely up to Jessica, I…
Jessica and I are eating at the Mad Greek, our favorite place to go when she comes home from her father’s house. The evening sun is low in the sky and the mellow light glows through the window, glancing off her round cheeks, illuminating her intense focus as she tries not to drop the glass…
A lot of people have asked for a book that includes all of my conversations with Jessica. I post these conversations on Facebook, where my friends hang out, so I sort of think, “Yeah, I collect the conversations into a book and then the three friends of mine who are solvent will buy it. The…
