Any Woman Who Counts On Her Face

Then He Gave Her A Kiss On The Forehead That Felt Like A Baptism And She Wept Like A Baby.

A Writer's Duty Is To Register What It Is Like For Him Or Her To Be In The World.

When I See My Friends Engaging In A Twitter War For An Afternoon, I Think That Would Destroy Me For A Month.

This Is What Divorce Is: Taking Things You No Longer Want From People You No Longer Love.

Cambridge Was A Joy. Tediously. People Reading Books In A Posh Place. It Was My Fantasy. I Loved It. I Miss It Still.