Balls
Tuesday, November 29th, 2011You told me backstage you were going to bowl me straight balls. If these are straight balls, I’d hate to see your googlies.
You told me backstage you were going to bowl me straight balls. If these are straight balls, I’d hate to see your googlies.
Un sogno sembra un sogno fino a quando non si comincia a lavorarci.
When an American woman gives you a tour of her house, she leads you through all the rooms. Instead, this expat showed me her favourite window views: from her desk, from her (single) bed, from her reading chair. As I perched for a moment in each spot, trying her life on for size, I thought about the years I’d spent struggling against the four walls of my apartment, and I wondered what my mother’s life would have been like had she lived and divorced my father. A room of one’s own, for each of us. A place where single women can live and thrive as themselves.
Everyone was amazed by his generosity and he arrived and left a very happy man.