It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen?
It was about how you have to be strong to break free from abuse and not constantly measure yourself against toxic people but stand strong and distinct like a healthy tree. Not some stunted, falling-ov...
It hasn’t snowed like this for years. Real, proper snow. Dickensian snow,
Is that what he thinks? I mean, I know it’s the truth, but it shouldn’t be what he thinks. Husbands should think the best of their wives, as a matter of principle.
If your life's at a juncture and you need to think about things, there's nowhere better than home. However old you are.
If Muhammad won't come to the mountain, the mountain has to cancel all his plans and get on a plane.
If I've learned one lesson from all that's happened to me, it's that there is no such thing as the biggest mistake of your existence. There's no such thing as ruining your life. Life's a pretty resili...
If I worked at White Globe Consulting, I wouldn't be able to do my job. I would spend all day texting the other people in the office, asking them what was going on today and had they heard anything ne...
I'm not quite sure if he's talking to me or to himself, but every word he says feels like a drop of Wise Potion. I want to hear more. I want him to tell me all the answers to life.
I thought marriage was for ever. I really did. I thought Luke and I would grow old and grey together. Or at least, old. (I'm not intending to go grey, ever...)
I had fun. That’s what I believe in. Fun, flings, the sizzle. It starts as a shiver, when you see a man for the first time. And then he meets your eye and the shiver runs down your back and becomes a...
I had a choice: Follow my heart or don’t break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts.
I collapse on my pillows in relief, my heart pounding. Thank fuck. I don’t have a child. And
Hi.Hi. I shrug, as though to say Whatever.In my peripheral vision I can see Magnus exhale. He looks a teeny bit nervous.So.So. I can play this game too.Poppy.Poppy. I mean, Magnus. I scowl. He caught...
He’s not a food fascist, I say, feeling an immediate need to defend Eric. He just…cares about nutrition. He’s Hitler. If he could round up every loaf of bread and put it in a camp, he would.
He’s lithe and tanned and taut. But to my eye he’s lost something. He has a synthetic quality, like orange soda instead of freshly squeezed juice. It’s orangey and bubbly and it quenches your thirst,...
He leans forward, and this time there’s no hesitation. His mouth lands on mine, sweet and firm. He’s kissing me. Jack
He flashes me a brief smile and I notice that his teeth are very white and even. Well.
He even said you once threw al your husband's clothes onto the street and invited the neighbors to help themselves! says Ellen with a bright laugh. He's got such an imagination!My face flames. Damn. I...
Have you ever shaken up a compass and see the arrow whirling around, trying to find a place to settle? Well, that's my brain. It's all over the place.