His & Hers

by Alice Feeney

I’ve never worked on the murder of someone I know before. And I knew this woman well. I was with her last night.

there are two kinds of women: those who spend a lifetime trying not to turn into their mothers, and those who literally seem to want nothing more. I often find both varieties get the complete opposite of what they hoped for—one set become carbon copies of the women they didn’t want to be, while the others never live up to their own expectations of who they think they should have become.

You can’t help someone find their way if they won’t admit they’re lost.

Sometimes we hold on too tight to the wrong people, until it hurts so much we have to let go.

Youth fools us into thinking there are infinite paths to choose from in life; maturity tricks us into thinking there is only one.