My favorite bowl broke the other day.
My favorite bowl broke the other day. A friend was visiting, she crashed into something which crashed into the bowl and then it broke. After wanting to (but deciding that was not a good idea) to blame her for being such a klutz — blame is always my first line of defense and a perfect although ultimately unhelpful way to defuse any feelings of sadness or anger — I just sort of looked at the poor bowl. READ MORE