There was a desperate undercurrent to our marriage--a feeling of being in a dream from which I couldn't seem to awaken. A nagging sense that my life, laid out so neatly like the clothes Deirdre left on my divan, was no longer my own.
Lauren DeStefanoWe figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.
Lauren DeStefano