You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.
Don't like small talk, love rainy days.
My therapist shared a theory she had come across, and I liked it. It held that before making your next journey in this life, your soul sits at a large, circular conference table and chooses the souls who are going to be a part of your life. As for which particular people would be chosen, I figured they would be individuals from previous lives with whom there was still unfinished business.
My life was a mystery even as I lived it.
Thank God I have four sons. The motherdaughter relationship is one of mankind's great mysteries, and for womankind, it can be hellaciously complicated. My mother and I are quintessential examples of the rewards and frustrations, and the joys and infuriations it can yield.
My mother, whom I love dearly, has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce, step-children, dysfunction, and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.
Although I was raised Jewish, my upbringing didn't include any formal religious education or training.
Women love to impress and be their best.
I'll have to have a palace, of course. I may not be a princess, but I am a movie queen, and every queen should have a palace.
We can't stand the silence because silence includes thinking. And if we thought, we would have to face ourselves.
I don't care how unkind the things people say about me so long as they don't say them to my face.