A mother needs to be in the home even when the kids aren’t. A messy house sends a coded message to children: “I’m not loveable. Otherwise Mother would dust.

No matter how you were born, no matter how you identify, I want to be clear that I would be proud to grind you up and eat you.

The interesting thing about grief, I think, is that it is its own size. It is not the size of you. It is its own size. And grief comes to you.

And if you love only yourself, you will serve only yourself. And you will have only yourself.

As we all know, reality has a liberal bias.

Young girls are obsessed with having a thigh gap. I blame the impossible body standards set by Spongebob.

...why were you happier when you were a kid? Because you didn't know anything. The more you know, the sadder you get.