Stress is like

and then I asked why you were taking the turns so hard? like a skier veering back and forth on slopes over snow instead of roller skates over roadkill instead of blades over ice instead of wheels over slick asphalt instead of talking there is only acceleration of the needle on the speedometer and the beat of my temples to pulse and my voice. The engine only got louder fighting with the broken radio and the cliff only got closer and then

Actual conversations are naturally the best kinds.

"You know Mom, when Dad is wasted, he goes through with wrestling with the dog, he doesn't just stand there, bluffing."