My husbands weren't any of them bad men, I was the problem. Marriage seemed like such a small space whenever I was in it. I liked the getting married. Courtship has a plotline. But there's no plot to...
It's true that, as my brother grew larger, he also grew dangerous, same as my sister. But they're still ours and we want them back. They're needed here at home.
I am the daughter of a psychologist. I know that the thing ostensibly being studied is rarely the thing being studied. (We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, p. 99)
Hathos, I offered finally and then thoughtfully provided the definition. The pleasure you get from hating something.
Empathy is also a natural human behavior, and natural to chimps as well. When we see someone hurt, our brains respond to some extent as if we’d been hurt ourselves.
Don’t side with assholes, she said. Her voice was very not chill.
Because what could be more Casablanca? Suddenly Harlow saw that what she’d always wanted was a man of principle. A man of action. A domestic terrorist. Every girl’s dream, if she can’t have a vampire.
Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.
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Is there a character in all of fiction more isolated than the little red hen?
In everyone's life there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken against their will.
Fair warning, as it turned out—kindergarten is all about learning which parts of you are welcome at school and which are not.
A man at another table accused his breakfast partner of pulling rainbows and unicorns out of her ass.
There’s science and there’s science, is all I’m saying. When humans are the subjects, it’s mostly not science.)
There are moments in history that seem like a mist, as if what really happens matters less that what should have happened. The mists lift suddenly and there we are, my good parents and their good chil...
The value of money is a scam perpetuated by those who have it over those who don't.
Over the years I've come to feel that the way people respond to us has less to do with what we've done and more to do with who they are.
No one would have liked that. Maybe I liked it even less. Here we go again, I said to myself. I said this so distinctly in my head that I heard it as well as said it. As if I was quite used to finding...
My uncle Bob sees the whole world in a fun-house mirror, TRUST NO ONE lipsticked luridly across its bowed face.
My education, my father liked to point out, was wider than it was deep.