At a brunch potluck, I realize that I do, in fact, hate everybody.

My mom said the term heavy petting existed a lot when she was in high school.

sometimes I was so bored that I started arguments just to experience the rush of almost losing him.

I wanted to be a poet. I had a really romantic idea about what that would mean. My parents knew some poets, and I liked how they dressed and acted, but I didn't really acknowledge that I only liked reading some bits of poetry while I was peeing or something.

This weird pressure that mothers are put under, like this idea that if you can't breastfeed, you're not doing something properly, or if you choose not to.

Don't wait around for someone else to tell your story. Do it yourself by whatever means necessary.

I know that when I am dying, looking back, it will be women that I regret having argued with, women I sought to impress, to understand, was tortured by. Women I wish to see again, to see them smile and laugh and say, It was all as it should have been.