How my parents' tumble dryer gave me communication skills that no one appreciates.
Some days, no matter how much you love a person, you just want to dump their thousandth pot of curry in the trash bin and smack them with a well-made pierogi.
On love and memory, and bugs.
I've always assumed the mantis got the better deal, until recently, when I began thinking of Santa Claus.
Imaan v Raphael: Who sees better?