Women and cake apparently have a complicated relationship.
I love cardboard. That’s not all.
Nostalgia isn’t terrible.
Shakespeare, The Old Arcadia, and Ready Player Two: something and nothing in common all at once.
That title should read “catch-up” but I mustard relish any opportunity to write “ketchup.”
Knowing that I may be watched generates stress and that stress is silent but present.
An evaluation of outputs of activities and intermediate outcomes. Grad school language is terribly pervasive.
The boringest title I could come up with for an exciting and upcoming endeavour.
We eat, we read, we read books about eating, we read books we’d like to eat.
From where do you read?