#wrhqstart

“Every time I get an email that one of my books has been challenged by some uppity cabal of soccer moms who don’t want their kids exposed to The Gays, I feel like they’re just asking me to make the next one even gayer. Is that too vindictive of me, d’you think?”

‘‘Watching you? I wasn’t watching you.’‘ Cora replied, her eyes twinkling playfully. ‘‘I’m here for the pigeons. Sky-rats, if we’re being honest.’‘ With an eye-roll she gestured to her small bag of bread crumbs. ‘‘They’re a nuisance but they’re kind of cute. What are you doing in the park?’‘

  “one of my kids gave me a dandelion she found in front of the studio today, and told me i could take it home and grow it in my house. i didn’t have the heart to tell her it would grow again ... or i can’t keep a single plant alive for anything.”

“Honestly, you would think that if someone showed up with their shirt covered in blood, you’d have the common decency to not bang on the doors and demand to be let in, but apparently, some tourists dont agree. Anyways, if you see a middle aged woman with orange calla lillies and violets today, feel free to drop kick her, because I’ve banned her from the shop”