The Black Bird Brasserie People have called me an old soul. Other people have called me a waste […]
Author: dinner on sunday
House Christmas morning at the Cardy residence in the early 2000s could guarantee a couple of things. There […]
Pharoah I touch door knobs. I touch toilet flushers. I touch keyboards. I touch dirt. Then I touch […]
Savor My three cousins and I, the girls I’ve clung to my whole life, were renting a cabin […]
Lug Walrus man. Balding capybara. The human potato. Egg head. Baboon ass red face. Bulging shoulders. Chiselled jawline. […]
Queen With a vodka water lime in one hand and my Snapchat story in the other, I’m trying […]
Duck I smell the urine of an asshole with bad aim. I smell the cesspool of unwashed bodies […]
Water-Cooler They say you are the sum of the five people you spend the most time with. Let’s […]
Slop I wonder what boobs feel like. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to grow side burns. […]
Crumbs Driving two hours to Grandma’s house meant there would be a breeze instead of an air conditioner […]