Top Ten National Parks for Experiencing an Existential Crisis
Acadia: Remember when life felt like the boundless ocean view at sunrise from the top of Cadillac Mountain?
Acadia: Remember when life felt like the boundless ocean view at sunrise from the top of Cadillac Mountain?
I was the one who asked for it, and I had a lot of success at first: one, two, three! Three brides! Ah, ah, ah!
Any day can be your last and your family knows that. Next time your kids think of talking back to you, they'll picture you not being here anymore.
I clench my butt cheeks tightly and strut past an elderly couple, pulling on the front of a cart, sweeping it alongside my body.
Three tricycles, $170.00? What does a man need with three tricycles? I’ve never once seen him exercise!
Is the desolate fucking melancholy setting in yet? That was a rhetorical question. Sorry. I need a new job.
I will still go to the farmer’s market, but I will definitely be glancing at the sky and looking for anything that looks like it might crash into me.
There is a powerful part of me that needs, for just one night a year, some very specific, humiliating things from an outlaw rebel ghost.
Here is my main concern: What if I wear something really ugly the day I die?
There is no need to fixate on future problems before they arise by preemptively discussing a plan for an emergency situation which may never occur.
The grocery store is like a math classroom come to life. This fact is true even as the global food supply chain crumbles.
If someone had asked me before I found her who Amelia Earhart was, I would have asked “Who?” unsuspiciously.