Literature
An illicit pregnancy in the sixties meant being shamed and stigmatized - or seeking out some most likely shady doctor to perform an abortion.
In 1963, when she was twenty years old, my sister had an abortion. She had been a virgin, until she met a ruggedly handsome Italian in Davos.
So many countries claim Ms. Purée as their own. But you saw some eating plain boiled potatoes, which practically the whole world grabbed onto.
Two more potato relatives have been unearthed: we here introduce Ms. Pomme de Terre Frite, and her distant cousin, Ms. Pomme Puree.
When does a storm of stupid so abrade the land that the choice is either Deicide or rolling the whole human enterprise into the soft dirt of a fresh grave?
I found a dead rat today, attempting to make its way home into my attic, stricken with the poison I so carefully left by its front door.
Love in a Time of Sickness: A bomb went off riding waves from East to West, an army of mindless motes marched off to a microscopic war.
I can't do anything for you, dear Dr. Ford so for the first time in three months I Swiffer my floor; meanwhile you are speaking for 51 percent of women...
Pomme de Four (or Courgette, as our heroine liked to be called) wondered, "Why cling to one life when you can have more than one?"
Oo la la! Ms. Potage looked around. She'd passed the test, and the officials anointed her with finely-ground sea salt and red ribbons.