This was the pattern of my life: to love men who didn’t deserve me, and, knowing that, to yearn for their love anyway.
Stop psychoanalyzing me! Be less therapist, more man --Man? Last time I tried being a man, you looked at me as if I was going to hit you. You don't need a man, Rainie. You either need a blow-up doll o...
Shit, I'm being played like a fucking violin!Rainie blinked. Since when did you take up swearing?Yesterday. I'm finding it highly addictive. Like nicotine.You're , too?No, but I haven't lost my deep a...
She had this conversation with herself once a year. Generally, right about now, when the holidays were looming and people were talking excitedly about family gatherings, and she went home each night t...
Shallow graves took on a life of their own. And eventually, all bodies did what they were meant to do. Decay. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Disappearing back into the earth, until months later, a uniq...
Quincy, boyfriends apologize, shrinks analyze. Which are you?
One sister. Younger, of course. I terrorized her for most of our childhood. On the other hand, every time I fell asleep in the family room, she put makeup on my face and took pictures. So I guess it e...
Oh, for the love of God. There is no agent more agent than you. I swear you have pin-striped ties encrypted into your DNA. When you die, the coffin is going to read Property of the FBI.
No, wait, I drink any more java, I’m gonna start pissing Colombians.
No doubt about it: Mac would make an excellent mother.
My mother would watch him and sigh. He's a young soul, she would say, with a tender heart. She worried for him. But never for me. I was the happy one. At least, that's how the story goes.
My family's loud. Not big, but definitely demonstrative. My father still grabs my mother around the waist and tries to lure her into dark corners. As an adult, I appreciate their relationship. As a ki...
Maybe she’d get a Siamese fighting fish. Or better yet, a ficus tree. God knows a plant would probably be a lot less offended that she ate take-out sushi almost every other night. It was a thought.
MY PAIN IS NAMED
I’ve held a beating pulse between my fingers and I’ve squeezed. And it’s the best goddamn feeling in the world. DIFFORD:
I’d clawed my way back to the land of the living. Because of Vero. She needed me.
It’s not the flying that’s the hard part; it’s the landing.
It’s a tough moment when you have to confront the level of your own complacency. I
Her hand now rested on the top of her left thigh. Where she had the knife strapped, he guessed, and immediately felt his gut tighten with a shot of good, old-fashioned male lust. He did not know why a...
Fabric, she volunteered, kicking the large box ruefully. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid. For a client or ‘just because’? Both, she admitted. It always starts as an order for a client, then next thing...