After five years of marriage and a vivacious three-year-old son, I felt my life — what was left — slipping out of my grasp. I wanted and needed to grab onto something … someone that would help me feel like my “old” self.
When you lived abroad, somehow home – no matter how distant it was – never felt like it was fading into the rearview mirror. It never felt like it was something that could be taken from you.
On December 2, 2012 officers in an Anchorage, Alaska jail found confessed serial murderer Israel Keyes, 34, dead in his cell.
Taken by the witch. To read these words gives me some pause. Some ten years have passed without the tapping at the window, without the fingers dragging through dark hair, without hearing her song on the wind. Perhaps it was all in my mind.
“Not to sound conceited, but people always tell me I’m ‘too pretty to be single.’ If that were true, I’d have a boyfriend.”
You know how they say that it is better to have loved and lost, than to never love at all? Well, it’s that in-between stage – of wondering when you will ever love again – that is the hardest part of it all.
“The moment the light hit her, she stopped moving completely. She was facing away from me. She had disgusting hair that seemed to be sticking together in clumps. Some of her hair was ripped off, too. She was wearing a very over-sized, bright red hoodie. I was almost too scared to move.”
Your brain works in such a way that “perfect” is “complete,” and “good enough” is synonymous with “not the best.”
“Of course life is more comfortable with money, but as long as he’s not lazy and indifferent, I don’t care how much money he has. Money can’t buy him passion.”
“She saw two other men, behind a thick set of bushes, with chains. They had metal chains in their hands and they were hiding.”
This is a ranking of how the women did this week in terms of how far I think they’re likely to make it on the show.
