And how many episodes of being not yourself do you get before people figure out this is who you really are? I
Study. Something you can write up for the American Society of Shrinks—otherwise known
Intentions don’t matter in parenting. Kids don’t understand what you mean. They understand what you do.
Humanity is a messy business, where knowing what is right doesn’t necessarily preclude you from doing what is wrong.
Created the first fake company approximately
Considers this case a slam dunk. So you’re pleading not guilty, Quincy said.
Away from the window and the night descending upon Bakersville’s streets.
Asked Thomas; it’s just him and me and has been for a very long time. We tell each other we are
You don’t become a teacher without having some level of optimism. And you don’t stay in the field if you don’t believe that everyone, from bitter teens to burnt-out administrators, can change. I
We are both women who understand there’s no point to the coulda, woulda, shouldas of life.
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...
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...
Mr. Bosu began to get truly resentful. If killing was so damn easy, his employer should do it himself. Honest to God, a little murder and mayhem wasn't everything it was cracked up to be.
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.
Mac was the romantic. He brought her flowers, remembered her favorite song, kissed her on the back of her neck just because. She was the type-A workaholic. Every day an agenda, every hour a task that...
MY PAIN IS NAMED
Je ne veux plus faire de cauchemars. Je ne veux plus chercher à atteindre une petite fille que je ne peux pas sauver. Le monde est cruel. Notre boulot est sans espoir. Je ne sais même plus comment aim...