![]() ![]() The name of the planet I’m from does not have an English equivalent. I am the one asking the host what kind of cheese it is I’m eating. ![]() You know how it is at a party when someone tells an absolute gripper that juggles different characters and lands on a memorable line and everyone holds their stomachs and looks at each other in shocked amazement, a line people repeat on car rides home so they can laugh again? I am not that person. A person who knew how to tell a story would start with, This is a story about Christmas lights I finally got around to putting up last night and the miracle that happened afterward. For example, this one is about Christmas lights and here is the first time I’m mentioning them. Why is the kitchen made of coffee filters, they’d say? Why are there no floors? And I’d say, I wish you hadn’t asked me to build you a house. Or I would say yes and worry they would not like the house I built. If someone asked me to build them a house, I would have to say no. I am like everyone else: good at some things, bad at others. Online Feature: “Sometimes You Break Their Hearts, Sometimes They Break Yours” by Marie-Helene Bertino ![]()
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