Jacke Wilson is my superhero. I’m addicted to his History of Literature podcast, and am ashamed to think that I have only now set out to find his blog, which is brilliant, as per below. Would love to have him over for dinner, or better still, set out on an explore of literary London with him and the thinky son. My darling children, who I hope think of me as at least a chocolate chip cookie if not a madeline, these parental thoughts match mine when raising you. Off to buy Wilson’s books, whoever he truly is…
Home from traveling, I jump into the gray Corolla. I’ve been a Five Guys Dad lately, flying to Los Angeles for work and back home on weekends to take the boys to soccer and movies and the library and their favorite restaurant. It’s not an ideal way to parent, but what can you do? My job requires it, and my life requires my job.
As usual, I’m first. As I wait, the smell inside the car rises up and makes me shudder. Old burgers and fries. The smell of a grill, the smell of grease. I do not feel like I do when I’m on a sidewalk and the hot fumes coming out of a bar make me hungry and eager to go inside. This smell is stale and disgusting and I hate it.
I’ve never liked this car. I was forced to buy it in a hurry (two cars in two days) when…
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