We didn't see anything. We didn't hear anything. His window shades were always down.

He was extremely reclusive. If I saw him once every two months, that was a lot.

We rarely saw him. A couple months would go by without us seeing him. He was reclusive.

One day it hit me: Truest friends, God bless their hearts, could not care less. They love you, they're pleased you're getting married and, ultimately, they don't give a fig how you get it done.

No one uses a ribbon typewriter any more, but your final draft is not the time to try to wring a few more sheets out of your inkjet cartridge.

Filtering can be a very good thing when it comes to human relationships and familial harmony. Yeah, filtering is often an absolute necessity.