As if to reassure me, Ronna said, “I’m not jealous, you know, of the young men who partake of your body while I’m typing away at my thesis.” I just smiled.
A salad is not a meal. It is a style.
The swift escalation of lifestyle mania in recent years has begun to redefine consumerism. For better or worse, crop tops and cleanses have edged their way into our shopping carts, flat stomachs and LuLulemon logos are in, and leggings are considered sedate enough for restaurant dining (not complaining).
“Few things I’d rather see less.”
Mikey and I walked through Washington Square Park, a kind of obstacle course of drug dealers who offer their wares in a monotone: “Grass . . . Quaaludes . . . loose joints . . . Tuinals . . . cocaine . . .”
We kissed and held each other for half an hour without speaking; sometimes that wordlessness can be so sexy. . . After about two hours of foreplay, I had an incredible orgasm. Then we just sat up in bed, naked, talking to each other about silly and important things.
“I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.” –G.K. Chesterton
Though personally these are some of my favorite subject matters, women writers write about so much more than we’ve been conditioned to believe, and so beautifully, which should be read by men and women alike.
Wesley phoned this morning to say they had a meeting at Taplinger yesterday and they’ve decided to publish my book in the spring. “That means we’ve got to move fast,” he told me. I can barely believe it. When Wes first mentioned them having a meeting, I thought surely they’d decide not to do the book at all.
So, you want to learn how to start thinking for yourself instead of just relying on the opinions of others to shape your thoughts? You’ll need to retrain your brain, and this will take time and effort. If you’re willing to expend the energy, here’s how to do it in the simplest 8 steps I can come up with.