I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don't feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood.

“All these people keep waxing sentimental about how fabulously well I am doing a…”

“First I showered off that horrible butt smell you get from being on an airplane…”

“I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because…”

“Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their pe…”