Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.

Im a techno moron. I need help just to plug in my video camera.

Taylor clapped for attention. “Miss New Mexico, let’s not get all down in the bummer basement where the creepy things live. There are people in heathen China who don’t even have airline trays. We have a lot to be grateful for.

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

Does my new feminism make me look fat?

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.