Our frog lies on her back. Waiting for a prince to come and princessify her with a smooch? I stand over her with my knife. Ms. Keen’s voice fades to a mosquito whine. My throat closes off. It is hard...
Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses....
Odysseus had twenty years to shed his battle skin. My grandfather left the battlefield in France and rode home in a ship that crawled across the ocean slowly so he could catch his breath. I get on a p...
Não existe cura mágica, nem como fazer tudo desaparecer para sempre. Existem apenas pequenos passos adiante; um dia mais fácil, uma risada inesperada, um espelho que não importa mais.
Nothing. It all sounds stupid.
No wonder the zombies were crazy. They thought they were supposed to practice breeding before they learned how to do their own laundry. They talked about it, thought about it, maybe did it, all while...
Never underestimate dainty little ladies.
My job is to nod or shake my head, to say I know what you mean, when I don’t, and That is so unfair, when it isn’t.
My bed is sending out serious nap rays.
Mother is the rock, I am the ocean. I have to pout and roll my eyes for hours until she finally wears down and crumbles into a thousand grains of beach sand. It takes a lot of energy. I don't think I...
Mom closes her eyes. Her skin is a flat gray color, like underwear that has been washed so many times it's about to fall apart. I feel bad that I didn't fold more shirts for her.
Just in case we forget that weareheretogetagoodfoundation sowecangotocollegeliveuptoourpotentialgetagoodjoblivehap pilyeverafterandgotoDisneyWorld, we have a Job Day.
I’m just tired and I can’t sleep yet. A woman’s work is never done, isn’t that what the fools say?
In the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.
In one universe, they are gorgeous, straight-teethed, long-legged, wrapped in designer fashions, and given sports cars on their sixteenth birthdays. Teacher smile at them and grade them on the curve....
If you howl at the moon and swear on your own blood, anything you desire will be yours. Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.
If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.
If I ever form my own clan, we'll be the Anti-Cheerleaders. We will not sit in the bleachers. We will wander underneath them and commit mild acts of mayhem.
I wasn't going to let her sucker me into being her friend again just so she could turn around and crush me one more time.
I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle giggle yak yak. Just a pseudo-friend, disposable friend. Friend as accessory. Just s...