Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children... It was a fleeting statement, one I didn't think she'd hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.

You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing.

and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.

...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.

As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.