I could build my days around charity committees and home decoration and gardening and volunteering, and I don't think there's anything wrong with building a life around those things. Most beautiful, g...
He has given me exactly ten Fritos and then secreted away the bag. He doesn’t like the smell; it offends him, he says, but what he really doesn’t like is my weight.
Go and I had a game inspired by our mom, who had a habit of telling such outrageously mundane, endless stories that Go was positive she had to be secretly fucking with us. For about ten years now, whe...
Era la encarnación del peor temor de cualquier escritor: un cliché
Cute kids, really cute clothes. I’d just created a tagline for Wind Gaps’ li’l shoppers.
Before we start, you have to understand one very key thing about Amy: She is fucking brilliant. Her brain is so busy, it never works on just one level. She’s like this endless archaeological dig: You...
Worries were almost physical beings, leechy creatures with latchhooks for fingers, meant to be vanquished immediately.
Waited patiently – years – for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each...
Tomboy. I’m actually
Suppose these questions stormcloud over every marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
Soldiers on the battlefield of consumerism, armed with vinyl-covered checkbooks and quilted handbags.
She day-dreamed about dying.
Seemed like she could hold on to the good mood if everyone just stayed in their place. She needed the good mood, the way you need sleep after an all-nighter, the way you daydream of throwing yourself...
Sat in groups together purging ourselves, theoretically, of anger and self-hatred. We learned not to turn on ourselves. We learned to blame.
Or shoulders
On the way to the beauty parlor.
My mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.
It’s been years since I even really liked someone. So how likely is it I’ll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I’m tired of not knowing who I’ll be with, or if I’ll be with...
You're in exquisite pain, you're not sleeping.' the mention of insomnia was always risky but usually paid off. People in pain don't general sleep well, insomniacs are exquisitely great full for people...
You stopped loving me. We're a sick, fucking toxic Möbius strip, Amy. We weren't ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves - surprise! - we were poison. We complete each other in th...