We will miss Joan Didion forever.
Stop the ride, get off, lurch left, lurch right, find your way.
Oh, hello. You didn’t think we’d run out of despair, did you?
It’s a phrase I’ve often needed to express without being able to, since I was old enough to make soup or understand despair.
When someone asks you to make shrimp cocktail for their going away party — especially when you love them — you do it.
Also, eat radishes.
Fake Summer has arrived.
How Scream Along with Billy saves our lives.
What day is it, even?
I know. I’m sorry. This is horrible. You maybe just wanted a recipe. You probably should know better by now.
It's easy to forget winter once it's in the rearview.
