She had a slightly dizzying sense of being overtaken by time, the future becoming the present before she was ready.
Not that they would, but if any of the other mothers had asked how it was that Sarah, of all people, had ended up married, living in the suburbs, and caring full-time for a small child, she would have...
Kissing her just then felt perfectly normal and completely self-explanatory, the only possible course of action.
It's a bad dream: my English teacher is standing naked at the foot of this slightly lumpy bed, clutching a pair of not-quite-white underpants in his hand, studying me with this creepy look on his face...
It felt like religious kitsch, as tacky as a black velvet painting, the kind of fantasy that appealed to people who ate too much fried food, spanked their kids, and had no problem with the theory that...
It felt good, the whole family together on a sunny morning in a wholesome environment. If it hadn't been for the warshiping God part, he would have happily attended church on a regular basis.
I'm halfway through my life, and as far as I can tell, the real lesson of the past isn't that I made some mistakes, it's that I didn't make nearly enough of them. I doubt I'll be lying on my deathbed...
I think there have been a lot of writers who’ve been experimenting lately with really sprawling novels that will deal with a number of different characters and different points on the globe. I underst...
I got PTSD from high school.
She kept checking her e-mail every five minutes, carrying the phone everywhere she went, just in case he decided to get in touch while she was in the shower or the laundry room.
Laurie herself was more focused on the years when her kids were little, when she felt so necessary and purposeful, a battery all charged up with love. Every day she used it up and every night it got m...
You were a kid and couldn’t defend yourself. Girls wear pink, boys wear blue. Boys are tough. Girls are sweet. Women are caregivers with soft bodies. Men are leaders with hard muscles. Girls get looke...
The world she’d been raised to live in no longer existed.
That’s what privilege is—the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you’re a good person.
Slumped
Fairness and gender rarely intersected.
You talk to them. And look at their faces. Cows have very expressive faces.I knew her well enough at that point not to be surprised by this. The first few months we'd worked together, I'd found her di...
Tinder was like tequila—fun today, sad tomorrow
Something had happened to him ove the past couple of years, something to do with being home with Aaron, sinking into the rhythm of a kid's day. The little tasks, the small pleasures. The repetition th...
It's not the cheating. It's the hunger for an alternative. The refusal to accept unhappiness.