Thoughts - Even Fears - Were Airy

The Measure Of A Society Is Its Compassion.

The Hallmark Of My Books Is The Relationships That Define Women's Lives.

Alice Started To Cry. It Came With No Sound, No Shuddering, No Childlike Hysterics, Just A Soul-deep Release That Turned Into Moisture And Dripped Down Her Puffy Pink Cheeks. She Touched Her Tears, Frowning. Then She Looked Up At Julia And Whimpered Two Words Before She Fell Asleep. ‘real Hurts.’

You Couldn't Give Up You For Them. But What If You Wanted Them More Than You Wanted A Singular Powerful You?

It's Not A Date. I Bought My Own Drink And I Didn't Shave My Legs.