If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?
Digits.
First of all, it’s got a million calories.
Really? How many times had I heard my husband
On noon at Friday,
Mooo, she said... I mean mmmm, she moaned. Louder this time. Goddamn Dr. Seuss is ruining my sex life.
There are two kinds of houses in the neighborhood where I grew up-the ones where the parents stayed married, and the ones where they didn’t.
She’d lost her taste for fiction. Sometimes she thought it was because spending even a few hours in an imaginary world would make it too tempting for her to consider other versions of her own story, o...
I decided.. that I could go on being scared forever, that I could keep walking, that I could carry my rage around, hot and heavy in my chest forever. But maybe there was another way. You have everythi...
I believed in newspapers’ mission, the importance of their role as a watchdog, holding the powerful accountable, comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable.
Beauty was power, and Bethie wanted her power back.
Baby, groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.
Took him to a rink. Andy had watched the other skaters,
You fell into your life, the same way I fell into mine.
This is motherhood for you, said my own mother. Going through life with your heart outside your body.
The first time around, she’d done the surgeries, the radiation, the chemotherapy. She’d lost her hair, lost her appetite and her energy, lost her left breast and six months of her life.
Just a regular gal, Jo thought, and smiled, thinking, If you only knew.
The difference between people who believe they have books inside of them and those who actually write books is sheer cussed persistence - the ability to make yourself work at your craft, every day - t...
I'm not cut out to be a famous person I can't do my hair and makeup well enough.
The clerk