Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
These reminders aren’t just for people with children.
That’s when being really cool became something I talk about in the past tense.
All the “Just For Men” hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can’t shake me.