“Karen” by Steven Horwitz
This guy had a scar on his cheek as dry as the Arroyo Taiban.
This guy had a scar on his cheek as dry as the Arroyo Taiban.
As soon as my wife told me that our little girl was being bullied at school, I was ready to go off the deep end.
At three and a half, my son’s diet consists of only brown, white, and yellow foods.
Miss Meela wailed underneath her broad-brimmed hat as the pallbearers lowered the casket, carrying her young kin.
“Mom, I don’t understand tampons.”
She sat on the bench and watched the sun drip into the ocean. Barefoot couples stood on the beach and clicked their wine glasses in a toast to another beautiful day . . .
I have a serious bathroom phobia, and when I say this I mean that there is actually nothing wrong with me at all.
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.