There are a lot of women like me in the world, and we rarely get to see ourselves.

I'm going to continue writing. I'll always be a storyteller. But I'm also taking time to enjoy my life.

Head's all empty, I don't care,' he'd sing to me, quoting the Grateful Dead, and I'd force a smile, thinking that my head was never empty and that if it ever was, you could be darn sure I'd care.

Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty.

I'm not in charge of my life.

Maybe it was inertia -or worse, fear- that was keeping me in the same place.

I'm not cut out to be a famous person; I can't do my hair and makeup well enough.