I type "define relationship" into Google, the holy search engine, the answer to all questions and the diagnoser of all disease. "The way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected."
It was now 2089, and Michael no longer knew a world without Boston Dynamics.
Like the majority of women and men on my mother’s side, Joanne is a woman steeply grounded in her Italian grit.
That’s something my mom and I have in common; in times of crisis, we do what we can for others.
Its honesty demanded my honesty, and I found that notion to be both beautiful and terrifying.
The figure in the casket was that of my grandfather, yet I did not know him, and for that I resented him terribly.
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The bone crypt that cages my veins feels of something rotten.
When I try to think of the happiest I've ever been, I'm out on the open water.
My mother has this theory on relationships that I don’t quite understand.