I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."
The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.
Iโm not interested in being polite. Itโs false.
There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another.
There are times when I wish I could go back and change the course of my life. Make different choices...But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on. Do you remember that I told you that at Spence?
I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.