Marsh Rose

My landlady asks, “in what universe is this comfortable?” If I could speak, I’d say, “well, there are an infinite number of universes but...

My landlady and I maintain a business relationship but sometimes she's simply overwhelmed with gratitude for all I give her, like...

My bed and my blanket are faux fur, of course. My landlady is politically correct. (I don't consider my coat to be "fur." So gauche. It's...