I think we fall in love and become adults and become citizens in a way by writing stories about ourselves.

Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.

I think we fall in love and become adults and become citizens in a way by writing stories about ourselves.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

Your heart, Mary Karr, he'd say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don't. Or won't.

There are women succeeding beyond their wildest dreams because of their sobriety.

Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.