A House With Good Bones

by T. Kingfisher

There aren’t many social advantages to being fat, but I’ll give it this, nobody ever thinks you’re a cat burglar.

If there was an Olympic sport for worrying, Mom would win the gold and then give it to the silver medalist because she was afraid that they might feel bad for losing.

#real

Waffle House at four in the morning is a liminal space occupied by long-haul truckers, bleary-eyed shift workers, and teenagers so high they can smell God’s breath.

“I promise that the next time you come to mow the lawn, I won’t threaten your life.”