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.
Then we did the best we could, all we could. He was the enemy, Kimberly. took their lives. And God help both of us, but sometimes the enemy is simply that good.
Survivors make it because they learn to adapt. Adaptation is coping. Coping is strength.
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...
I’d clawed my way back to the land of the living. Because of Vero. She needed me.
Is your father really evil? I heard myself ask. Yes. Because he drank, did drugs? No, honey. Because God made him that way, and he liked it. Your father had an excuse. My father doesn’t.
Is that what you lose over time? Not so much a loss of affection, as a slow clouding of your own sight? We became less and less focal points for each other, and more like pieces of furniture to maneuv...
God give me the strength to change the things I can change, the courage to let go of the things I need to let go and the wisdom to know the difference. - Bobby Dodge
And a man and woman should fight. Frankly, they should have a good head-to-head battle about every six months, then make love until they break the box springs.
All happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way’? Anna Karenina.
Turned out, a giant well of emptiness had always existed inside me. A void so deep and black and ugly, I wasn’t just empty, I was hollowed out by the losses in my life. Until there were days I didn’t...
Study. Something you can write up for the American Society of Shrinks—otherwise known