I got my undergrad in Creative Writing, and then I didn't get my Masters in obsession, because I figured I already had that covered.

Physically it's exhausting to cook every night. Existentially speaking, I have so much more energy having that time to myself in this project, this gift to myself at the end of the day. Even if it didn't go smoothly, it was still a gift.

There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart.