Rock Paper Scissors

by Alice Feeney

Words are only of value if we remember how to feel what they mean. We won’t forget, will we? I like to think that what we have is more than just words.

The things that define us are rarely what we might choose.

Trust can’t be borrowed; if you take it away, you can’t give it back.

You and I had the kind of childhoods that are better forgotten, but seeds of ambition grow best in shallow soil.

Nothing I did as a child was ever good enough. We are our parents’ echoes and sometimes they don’t like what they hear.