In my column "The Obliterated Place" — a column that practically obliterated me to write — I say that I'm a better person for having lost my mom young because it taught me things.
Cheryl Strayed's new memoir, "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail," however, pretty much obliterated me.
But before a performance this exclusion — no, it wasn't an exclusion, it was an erasion — this erasion was absolute: he obliterated me".
In Swahili, chang'aa literally means "kill me quick," and it will obliterate anyone who pours it down his or her gullet.
Similar to the cement being resurfaced, in order for me to obliterate that memory I would probably have to be brain-washed or be diagnosed with a disease that renders me helpless to recall my past.
As I watch, part of me wants to obliterate the experience from my memory but part finds it exhilarating.
"You're gonna be on Food Fantasy?" "I am?" "You're gonna be on Food Fantasy and you're taking me to a CAR RACE!?" If looks could kill, the death rays would have obliterated not only me but the neighbors as well.
I will obliterate every stereotype that you have about me walking in the room as an Asian woman — whatever you think that is.
She had made me wash my lips and chin thoroughly to obliterate every trace of her, but Eunice Park's alkaline tang remained on the tip of my nose.
