(Can’t) Cry Me a River
I think something is wrong with me. Like, clinically. I cannot, no matter how critical, cry at the right times. I can cry, a'ight? Don't […]
Traffic School
I Don’t Drink – A Very Dry Tale
Once upon a time there was a little girl who never in her whole life had had a drink. Well, she'd had a drink–she'd […]
Support Your Local Sheriff. And Stuff.
Tonight I observed an annual tradition in the Miller home: Traffic School. It was so festive! The lights were on. Chairs lined up perfectly. The […]