This world (the board) and everything in it (the tiny wooden pieces) will be mine. All mine.
"Um, can we change the song?" my husband asks.
What size spoon did she use to scoop out the tomato paste? When am I supposed to add the tomato paste?
Because how could they know what this country means to me despite all her imperfections?
Free, Big-Brother-less, unlimited, wifi. A utopian dream in a dystopian world.
I may only read the headlines but any time I read “IMF” I know this is just bad.
I can envision it now: huffy business woman gets seated across from lax surfer dude.
Frankenstein’s Monster, 2015 is the year of self love. Here, let me get you a self love care package.
Exit prayer area, head for donut table. Eat celebratory Eid donut and relish in the fact that it’s broad day light and you’re eating actual, real life food.
I’m an adult. I have tax forms to fill out, bathrooms to clean, and ice cream to be eaten for dinner.