All I want twenty years from now is to feel safe. I don't know what that looks like or how it feels, but it's what I want. I see it in other people. I've ridiculed it, emulated it, hunted it, but I don't know it. Even when I got close to it, there was always an Ahab in the wings, waiting for my fatal error ( Read more... )

I haven't said what I was really thinking, not truly, since I was a little girl. No one wanted to hear it. No one really wants to hear it, do they? Mothers don't want to hear that their daughters think Mom is too old for that dress and it would look so much better on their young body. Dads don't want to hear how much their daughters want Dad to ( Read more... )

Are revenge, relief, and vindication that far apart ( Read more... )

She’d taken risks before in her life. Beyond the normal risks that everyone encounters when they leave home, she’d pushed herself to do things most people would shudder to even consider. Men and woman had died because of chances she took at happiness or security ( Read more... )

I had a perfect day in Oxford. I’ve had others, but that day stands out for me above all others ( Read more... )

Picking something to change, something that would alter the course of your life and make everything all right, is too easy. We all have pivotal moments where we know full well we should have made different choices. Free will is so annoying that way. You have to take the bad consequences with the good. Sometimes the choice was the right one and ( Read more... )

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( Scars )

Two little girls on the steps of an ice cream parlor with big cones and bigger smiles. One fair and one dark, they bumped shoulders and laughed at noses white with melted ice cream. Secrets shared over melting ice cream on a summer's day are always kept. Almost thirty years later, neither girl would ever have repeated the things they talked ( Read more... )