Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Anyway, let me show you the master suite upstairs. Just wait until you see the walk-in closet.” “You mean the primary suite?” the wife asked, because of course she did. Come on, lady. It wasn’t like I was showing her some kind of plantation house. It took every ounce of my patience not to roll my eyes. “Yep,” I answered.
For me, working for her is my second act. My platform to stand on my own two feet after my own horrible divorce. Who else was going to hire me on the spot with a ten-year employment gap? Only a ride-or-die girlfriend.
don’t know why packing is such a daunting task to me, but truly I’d rather retake the SATs than pack a suitcase for a seven-day trip.
Club would ruin the whole thing. The mystery of him, the infinite possibility, that’s what kept the appeal going. Spending an extended amount of time with him at a resort would surely chip away, if not completely destroy, that feeling. What if I walked into one of the public restrooms right after he pooped? What if I had to listen to him speak in some kind of yoga circle talk thing and his
I love a long drive. It’s a kind of meditation, the way you can get from point A to point B and be totally unaware of the little decisions you’re making along the way: speeding up, slowing down, changing lanes. Your conscious mind only latching on to the song playing on Spotify, the breeze in your hair, the openness in front of you. Then you arrive, almost alarmed at having no recollection of how you got there. I was looking forward to the journey almost as much as the destination, and not just because of the “Best of Beyoncé” playlist I’d meticulously curated the night before.
What we really got going about, though, was Big Pharma and the global conspiracy that doctors like to call vaccines. I told her that I really appreciated Transcendence Week’s commitment to natural foods, because I avoid poisons of all kinds and we kind of snowballed from there. I mean, this woman could not have been more aligned with me on the subject. I was impressed. She was doing her own research, not following along blindly like most people. I thought, Hey, I might even be leaving this retreat with a new friend.
“Those two are so funny to me,” I said. “It’s like crunchy meets QAnon and there’s this weird alchemy that turns them into one combined substance.” Indira wiped happy tears from her face. “Jesus, Jessica. What’s with the chemistry talk? Have you been doing Sky’s homework for her?” “Yes, it’s science,” I deadpanned. “Something neither of those women believe in.”
What’s the point of being less judgmental, anyway? Isn’t judgment a positive thing? They don’t call it good judgment for nothing. It’s something we teach our children to have and to use. So why do some people act like it’s a flaw we need to get rid of?
