Read between November 23 - December 03, 2019
You take the first step, and to save yourself from the consequences, you take the next one. In times like ours, there are only two directions: up or plummet.
I’d held worthy opinions. I’d assumed I was living virtuously; I’d assumed my virtue would be moderately applauded.
I was the age at which parents suddenly transform from people who know everything into people who know nothing.
It did not bear thinking about, said the Marthas, who could think of little else.
You hold it in, whatever it is, until you can make it through the worst part. Then, once you’re safe, you can cry
“A momentary psychotic break,” I’d said. “The strain of being in a strange and debilitating environment, such as Canada, can have that effect.
One person alone is not a full person: we exist in relation to others.
I went over to the desk and stared down at the book. What was inside it that made it so dangerous to girls like me? So flammable? So ruinous?
“I’d like to pray for you, so you’ll feel better. Would you mind?” “It won’t work. I won’t feel any better.” “But I will feel better,” I said. So she said yes.