a true bitch goddess of architecture

That’s right,’ she told the girls. ‘You are bored. And I’m going to let you in on a little secret about life. You think it’s boring now? Well, it only gets more boring. The sooner...

a very feminine architect

Maybe that’s what religion is, hurling yourself off a cliff and trusting that something bigger will take care of you and carry you to the right place.

Your mission statement says Galer Street is based on global “connectitude.” (You people don’t just think outside the box, you think outside the dictionary!)

I’m not too good when exposed to people

The penguins that spent most of their time fighting were the ones with no chicks…It’s like they’re supposed to be taking care of their chicks. But because they don’t have any, they have nothing to...

My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I’m going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step...

The sky in Seattle is so low, it felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us. Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky. Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggle cloud wisps;...

People like you must create. If you don’t create, Bernadette, you will become a menace to society.

the most random things get her way too full of love

I’d say I never considered myself a great architect. I’m more of a creative problem solver with good taste and a soft spot for logistical nightmares.

What’s this?” She pulled out a card and held it away from her face. “I can’t read what it says.” I took it from her and read it aloud.1. Beeber Bifocal2. Twenty Mile House3. Bee4....

I know it’s a lot. But she can handle it. I’d rather ruin her with the truth than ruin her with lies.

Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky: Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggling cloud wisps; blinding columns of sun. Orbs of gold, pink, flesh, utterly cheesy in their luminosity. Gigantic puffy clouds, welcoming,...

Every single iceberg filled me with feelings of sadness and wonder. Not thoughts of sadness and wonder, mind you, because thoughts require a thinker, and my head was a balloon, incapable of thoughts. I didn’t...