Once I got so flustered that I said I “felt like a feather pulling its parrots out,” and honestly, it was a much better representation of how I felt than what I’d actually meant to say, and it’s really stayed with me.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Once I got so flustered that I said I “felt like a feather pulling its parrots out,” and honestly, it was a much better representation of how I felt than what I’d actually meant to say, and it’s really stayed with me.