I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should.
I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal. I’m too self-conscious otherwise.
I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Audrey Hepburn’s cat was named Cat.’ We
I just figured you’d be too proud. Self-conscious and proud. I was a rather nasty cocktail of both those traits,
I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends over for afternoon drinks. One of them brought a baby. For hou...
I have a mistress. Now is the part where I have to tell you I have a mistress and you stop liking me. If you liked me to begin with. I have a pretty, young, very young mistress, and her name is Andie.
I got secretly furious, spent ten minutes just winding myself up—because at this point of our marriage, I was so used to being angry with her, it felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You...
I felt no particular allegiance to the town. This was the place my sister died, the place I started cutting myself. A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People...
I don’t mean this to sound cruel, Tish began, but it seems like part of your heart can never work if you don’t have kids. Like it will always be shut off. I agree, Katie said. I didn’t really become a...
His fingers tugged at the towel. I held tight to it, hard as a dishrag on my breasts, and shook my head.What's this? he whispered into my ear.This is the unforgiving light of morning, I whispered back...
He was verbally poking a bruise.
He doesn’t talk to me, he behaves as if the act of talking physically pains him and
Habían insistido que me quedara..., insistido con la misma urgencia con la que en otros tiempos se habían arrojado sobre el camarero para arrebatarle la cuenta de la cena: la hospitalidad entendida co...
Good Lord, I hated her, but you had to admire the bitch.
Four Herefords stood nearby, unmoving in the snow, finding the humans unworrying. Limited imaginations. Diondra
For so many years, my husband has lauded the emotional solidity of midwesterners: stoic, humble, without affectation! But these aren’t the kinds of people who provide good memoir material.
For so many years, my husband has lauded the emotional solidity of midwesterners: stoic, humble, without affectation! But these aren’t the kinds of people who provide good memoir material. Imagine the...
For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I'd want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating...
Feeling sad means having too much time on your hands, usually.
Es un baño de humildad, eso de convertirte en precisamente aquello que en otro tiempo despreciaste.