I once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and tonight...I agree.

I think for one, we have to really accept that anger is a normal human emotion that can be a positive force for change.

I think statistics go in one ear and out the other. All of us respond to stories more than numbers.

I’ve been thinking I’d like to be Daisy; I’d like to have someone like Gatsby stare at my house for whole years and never stop dreaming of me

Without a bottle to hold, I feel incomplete, the way Plato says we are each born only half a circle, and we spend out lives seeking out our other half. A drink is my beloved. Without it, I am wanting; I feel half finished.

Like most women, I remember my first drink in tender minutiae.

Me? I'm just a literary girl gone wrong. Slow with the tongue. Quick with the pen. Undeniably cute. But, on the whole, ill-equipped for the privilege of living.