That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.

I've ruined my eyes, I've ruined my health from my studiousness!

If I am to truly become an autonomous woman, then I must take over that role of being my own guardian.

I watched them, thinking that little girls who make their mothers live grow up to be such powerful women.

My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.

Marriage is those two thousand indistinguishable conversations, chatted over two thousand indistuinguishable breakfasts, where intimacy turns like a slow wheel. How do you measure the worth of becoming that familiar to somebody—so utterly well known and so thoroughly ever-present that you become an almost invisible necessity, like air?

As somebody who, in my second marriage, insisted on a prenuptial agreement, I can also testify that sometimes it is an act of love to chart the exit strategy before you enter the union, in order to make sure that not only you, but your partner as well, knows that there will be no World War III should hearts and minds, for any sad reason, change.