There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.

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

Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.