I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn’t ruined. 153 and I haven’t destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Someti...
I knew you could do it, I knew you could, Libby, she mumbled into my hair, warm and smoky.Do what?Try just a little harder.
I hope you’re feeling better about yourself too, Camille. That’s an important thing, liking oneself. A good attitude infects just as easily as a bad one. Enjoy the horses. I always do.
I have learned about bulk shopping in my four weeks as a Mississippi River resident. Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco. But everyone buys bulk because—unlike Manhattanites—they all...
I had that overwhelming feeling I get when I’m about to give up on a plan, that big rush of air when I realize that my stroke of genius has flaws, and I don’t have the brains or energy to fix them. It
I go on dates with men who are nice and good-looking and smart – perfect-on-paper men who make me feel like I’m in a foreign land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn’t...
I couldn't decide if I'd been mistreated. By Richard, by those boys who took my virginity, by anyone. I was never really on my side in any argument.
I can’t talk right now, I’ll call you back, I snapped, and hung up. I despised the women who staffed Comfort Hill: unsmiling, uncomforting. Underpaid, gruelingly underpaid, which was probably why they...
He’d have to work to make me comfortable here, and he doesn’t want to do that. He wants to enjoy himself.
He'd come back from a night out drinking, and I'd ask him how the bar was, whatever bar, and he'd so often say: Totally inundated by Lost Causes, his code for women my age. At the time, a girl barely...
He'd come back from a night out drinking, and I'd ask him how the bar was, whatever bar, and he'd so often say: Totally inundated bgy Lost Causes, his code for women my age. At the time, a girl barely...
He was one of those guys who’d pronounce I’m a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.
He doesn’t talk to me, he behaves as if the act of talking physically pains him and
Hay una diferencia entre querer de verdad a una persona y querer la idea que te has hecho de ella.
Había sido un comentario grosero y de mal gusto. Mi cerebro eructaba pensamientos inapropiados en los momentos más inoportunos. Gases mentales que no conseguía controlar.
Guess what Jeff found in his cabin for me, Grete says, another book by the Martian Chronicle guy. Ray Bradburrow, Jeff says. Bradbury, I think. Yeah, right, Something Wicked This Way Comes, Grete says...
Good Lord, I hated her, but you had to admire the bitch.
Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.) And yet: Don't land me in one of those relationships where we're always pecking a...
Get all that bad stuff out, sweetheart. Don’t stop till it’s all out.
Frank Curry thinks I’m a soft touch. Might be because I’m a woman. Might be because I’m a soft touch.