There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.
I was a quiet teenager, introverted, full of angst.
People who have fabulous childhoods have this sense that nothing is ever going to be that good again. With me, I have the sense that nothing is going to be that bad.
There is a vast difference between how things seem from the outside and how they feel on the inside.
I'm not someone who's endlessly patient and wonderful.
I am not a chef. I am not even a trained or professional cook. My qualification is as an eater.