When I complain about growing up lonely as an only child, I am also complaining about a full stomach and a mouth that has stopped watering.
Last week, they told me ninety pounds was not heavy enough to die, so today I had my first full course meal.
Some women are kept quiet for so long they become experts in the silent theft of power.
I’ve got a hamper full of really loud mistakes and a graveyard in my closet. I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons, you’ll grind the bones into powder and get high on my fault lines.