It Turns Up The Heat Under A

The Way To My Heart Is Through Belgian Milk Chocolate.

He [ma's Tooth] Was Part Of Her A Minute Ago But Now He's Not. Just A Thing.

...sometimes I Suspect That What Had Really Happened Was That We Became More Resigned, More Cynical, Raised Our Pain Thresholds As We Lowered Our Expectations. All In All, Settled For Less.

The Great Thing About A Short Story Is That It Doesn't Have To Trawl Through Someone's Whole Life; It Can Come In Glancingly From The Side.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.