This past year, the year of the pandemic, is the year I grew old.

I am doing number two while talking to my number one client.

Speak ‘n’ Spell ‘n’ Eat or Die Spell words correctly and get a small meal-replacement treat.

You had on a mask and a face shield. Or, after seeing you, a face chic (wink).

I want to inhale you, smell your hair, rub my cheek against yours, hold you close and dance in the moonlight

I want to talk to you, tell you everything: the important stuff, the trivial stuff, the mind-blowing stuff, the boring stuff

I want to hold your hand, sit in silence, sip from the same glass, eat from the same plate, sleep in the same bed

You have a conflict on that date. A moral conflict.

I believe… that the only person who benefits from protests devolving into riots and looting while being excused as somehow acceptable is Donald Trump.

Are these the same clothes I slept in?

The politicians celebrate their victory as the train continues to run over people.

He sees a Luke Skywalker figurine on the shelf behind him and he moves it to the floor.