I put just a teaspoon of catshit in your sandwich, but you didn’t notice it at all. To my mind, a small bit of catshit equals a catshit sandwich, unless I know where the catshit is and can eat around...
Height - ours and our boyfriends - is a running contest between Lecia and me. If I tell her good news about myself, she's liable to say 'I'm five-nine' and hang up.
For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.
Asking me how to write a memoir is a little like saying, I really want to have sex, where do I start? What one person fantasizes about would ruin the romance for another.
A man’s at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. —Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
To my mind, a small bit of catshit equals a catshit sandwich, unless I know where the catshit is and can eat around it.
His silence hadn’t been helplessness—it hadn’t even been love. It had been pity.
Before that summer, I had many times heard long-winded Baptist preachers take ten minutes to pray over card tables of potato salad and fried chicken at church picnics, but the way those sweating, red-...
I threw away over 1,200 finished pages of my last memoir and broke the delete key on my keyboard changing my mind. If I had any balls at all, I’d make a brooch out of it.
At some point the talk got heated, and Paolo called Mother a strumpet, for which Daddy was said to have stomped a serious mudhole in Paolo's ass.
After Mother got her picture, we all stood around the fire truck eating moon-shaped cookies dusted with powdered sugar that the mayor's wife had brought in some Tupperware. It was stuff like that that...