Your first love is important. It’s part of your story. The story you’ll tell yourself, the one you’ll tell about yourself, for the rest of your life.
I remember McPhee's notes, penciled in the margins: If humor is tragedy plus time, this needs more time. It wasn't the first occasion I was forced to think about the line between funny and mean, betwe...
I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!
I always wondered, though, what the fathers felt as they drove up the street they used to drive down every night, and whether they really saw their former houses, whether they noticed how things got f...
He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.
Have you ever considered that there might be something wrong with your brain?Oh, I think there might be something wrong with everyone else’s.
Mom about the fight, and he’d be grounded or worse. Maybe his mom wouldn’t even give him his Christmas
Holding a bottle of Evian water
You're allowed to want to use your education. You're allowed to want to be more than a mother.
Sometimes the point isn’t to end up with something worth showing the world. Sometimes it’s just rehearsal.
Something that’s bigger than you, and something that’s kind and forgiving, I’d heard one of the meeting leaders say. That’s all your Higher Power has to be.
Misses everything, Lila said, and gave the faintest smile. It’s like a joke. Like, there should be a Mister Everything somewhere.
Jo inhaled slowly, trying to think of all the time she’d had with her granddaughters, and not everything that she’d miss.
It's as if the fasion designers decided that once a woman hit a certain weight, she'd have no need for business suits, for skirts and blazers, for anything except glorified sweatsuits, and they tried...
If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are halfway through.
I should have been moved. I wasn’t. It was as if I’d been frozen, as if I was now a woman made of ice, and he’d come at me not with a torch or even a candle, but with a toothpick, and was plink plink...
I miss him all the time. I shook my head, disgusted at my own mopiness. It's like being haunted or something. And I don't have the luxury of being haunted right now. I need to think about myself...
Hell is an Eagles game where the bleachers are always freezing, the team is always loosing, and my family is insane
He had sacrificed so much -- And now? What if not even all that was enough to quiet that voice....the voice that said, 'You're not worthy, you don't deserve it, nothing you do will ever be enough.
Change the setting, change the mood ... She'd taught him to make himself go outside if he was in, or inside if he was out, to interrupt the plummet with something as simple as making a cup of tea or s...