Rock Paper Scissors

by Alice Feeney

In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some equally stupid things while completely sober.

Most people can see the writing on the wall, even if they can’t always read what it says.

Getting married costs a pretty penny, and pennies are prettiest when you don’t have many of them.

Enjoy the stories of other people’s lives, but don’t forget to live your own.

I wonder if all writers are egomaniacs with low self-esteem? Or is it just you?

But then, isn’t love like breathing? Isn’t it instinct? Something we’re born knowing how to do? Or is love like speaking French? If nobody teaches you, you’ll never be fluent, and if you don’t practice you forget how

Feeling needed isn’t the same as feeling loved,