So much of the literature we had to read for high school English class was filled with victimized, tragic, symbolic women who spurred the plot forward with their inevitable shunning/death/shunning-followed-by-pregnancy-followed-by-death timelines.

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

Thou shalt not steal. I seem to recall that being one of God’s I’d rather you didn’t lest I have to smite you into ash commandments.

Live life as if today is your last day living. :-)

I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.

And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.