Olivia Strauss Is Running Out of Time

by Angela Brown

Suzanne likes to pretend she’s having a two-way conversation when, in reality, she’s mostly talking out loud to herself. Her whole life is one ongoing monologue.

“There are no timelines in life, Liv. You don’t have to become this perfect person by a certain age. People change. They evolve.”

I’d never visited a specialist in my life. I figured the point wasn’t for the doctor to insist that you’re special and give you a gold star.

Sunshine instructed everyone to lie on their backs and close their eyes. Quiet music played in the background. The room filled with the scent of lavender. It was the modern woman’s version of nap time.

There is no such thing as a perfect life. There are only perfect moments.