My thank-yous always come out rather labored. I often don't give them at all. People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation -- they're like frozen-yogurt empl...
My story would satisfy Desi's craving for ruined women -- I was now the most damaged of them all.
My mother had always told her kids: If you’re about to do something, and you want to know if it’s a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.
My mother breezed in, smelling like bright blue water. She looked more comfortable in the Nash house than Mrs. Nash did. It was a natural gift for Adora, making other women feel incidental.
My father had infused my childhood with unspoken blame. He was the kind of man who scoped around looking for things to be angry at. It had turned me into a knee-jerk suck-up to authority—Mom, Dad, tea...
Los cerdos son criaturas extremadamente inteligentes y sociables, y esa intimidad forzada de cadena de montaje hace que a las cerdas madres les entren ganas de morirse. Cosa que hacen, en cuanto se le...
Look how your own dad treated you. Like a limp dick. But you get what you deserve, you know? I think you know that.
Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it,
Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.
Libby was a Christmas baby, which meant she never got the right amount of presents. Patty would hold one extra gift aside—and Happy Birthday to Libby!—but they all knew the truth, Libby got ripped off...
Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas City, Kansas. There’s a difference.
Jag har faktiskt känt mig sorgsen för min egen skull, då jag föreställt mig min slanka, nakna, bleka kropp där den flöt fram strax under strömvirvlarna på ytan, hur en klunga sniglar sugit sig fast vi...
I’m here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I’m panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I’m here.
It's easy to like pregnant women-they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs. Still, it baffles me that these self-righteous, self-enthralled waddlers get such special treatment. As if it's so hard to s...
It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.
It was silly but incredibly sweet, these people spending so much energy trying to figure me out. The answer: I don't like cherries.
It was one of those moments where you saved me, you made me laugh at just the right time.
It was commonly known that Annabelle absolutely hated her husband’s last name—she even crumpled up her nose when she said it. It never occurred to her that she didn’t have to take it.
It seemed like a joke, how much all of these dudes looked alike, like living was so hard it just erased your features, rubbed out anything distinctive.
It really is true. It took this awful situation for us to realize it. Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention...