Keep a notebook of all the ways things could go wrong so as to curb expectations.
I have never been anything but this ragged, medicated self; I have never been less aware of the ground beneath my feet.
What makes one rebellion just and the next unjust?
Johnston’s instrumental arrangements and shrill vocal style satisfied a primitive urge in me.
“My former home office, with its glorious door separating it from our bedroom, is now our son’s domain.”
“Horror isn’t in the gothic and ghostly, but in the people we’re taught to love. Horror is close to home.”
How rewatching ‘Star Trek: Voyager’ shed new light on a lost year of my life.
“When you’ve spent all your life smothering your contradictions, their eruption can undo you.”
On ‘The Big Sick,’ dating, arranged marriage, and the hard-to-break scripts we use when communicating about love.
“Women writers throughout history not only accepted transience through amorous affairs, but delighted in them.”
“When the missionaries came with their Good News, they also declared that what we’d had before was bad.”
“The women I admire most are artist-mothers, who are able to create with pleasure and abandon.”
“My parents had a shared language I didn’t understand, messes I couldn’t always be there to tidy.”