I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

These are very confusing times. For the first time in history a woman is expected to combine: intelligence with a sharp hairdo, a raised consciousness with high heels, and an open, nonsexist relationship with a tan guy who has a great bod.

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down.

There was a beautiful time in the beginning when I just did it and didn't analyze the consequences, but I think that time ends in everyone's work.

what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?