I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.' Oh, Rae. Who hasn't

I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.

I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.

only grieving can heal grief; the passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again.

This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period.