The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Most beautiful, good things were done by women people scorn.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

People say children from broken homes have it hard, but the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.