But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

Dieting fooled you into thinking you could control your life.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

My goal in life is to become an adjective.

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.