My little book that I’ve been working on for the last few months, My Heart Is An Autumn Garage, came out last week. It’s a short memoir about the breakdown I had in 2003 and my subsequent hospitalization.
These are the kinds of women you fall in love with, they tell us. The ones who are complete and whole on their own, who do not need your individual affection because they know that they already have the world’s.
This kid I knew had no legs because his parents were agent orange victims in Vietnam. During the beginning of the school year he would find groups of confused young freshmen, and “fall” out of his wheelchair at them only to scream “I have no legs.”
Books are an investment. I understand they cost money upfront…but that’s how an investment works.
One day, you’ll have your “but I love me more” moment. And then your life will unfold like the finale of Sex & the City and you’ll be walking down a city street to “You’ve Got The Love.” I’m half joking about this.
Christina Aguilera went to my high school (North Allegheny). My psychology teacher said she was a bitch and smelled like uncooked hot dogs.
There are so many variables acting against me. For instance, my hand is always coming at that thing from an awkward angle.
It’s not enough to want a mentor or even to be lucky enough to find one. It’s a relationship that requires investment, energy and clear goals and intentions. But if you do it right, it can change your life.
I definitely have body image issues. One offhanded, mostly joking comment about a shirt making me look fat and I’ll be stressing about it for the rest of the day.
I was going to do what so few in life ever do, I was going to accomplish my dream and work for a place that people would actually be jealous of.
Being cheated on makes you look at more questions than you would ever have willingly asked yourself.
flirt: behave as though attracted to or trying to attract someone, but for amusement rather than with serious intentions.
“it amused him to flirt with her”
Discouraging messages from people we can only hope aren’t real, living, non-troll human beings.
Find really insignificant things that they completely believe are “signs” that they should be together.
I traded a shoe for a bowling pin and the secret knowledge of how to get into the goblin kingdom.
