Unmissing

by Minka Kent

He never blamed me for being too stressed or for eating too much sugar.

Hold your cards close, and no one can use your hand against you.

the only person who can save me is . . . me.

My grandmother once said life is what happens between the curveballs and happy accidents.

Maybe life is easier when you believe in something.

My whole life, I’ve never trusted quiet people; something about their busy brains and all the things they aren’t saying makes me nervous.

I’m in desperate need of a manicure, but who has time for self-care when my entire world is upending?

I know what people see when they look at me, and I’ve always divided them into two groups: those who aspire to be like me and those who find themselves triggered, as if everything I have somehow prevents them from having everything they want.

She can’t control what’s about to happen to her life, but at least she can look pretty . . .

someone needs to be the beacon of hope.

“Can you imagine how awful it must’ve been for him?” I ask. “To be the only child of a narcissist and an alcoholic?”

There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage.

I guess the old adage is true—if you want something done right, you’ve got to do it yourself.