I Was Wrong About My Family
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
I want so deeply to love the people around me.
To be clear, I have nothing against Mary Oliver.
I think my love of surprises has something to do with my love of good stories.
No wonder your face shows such horror and such fatigue.
The sports reporter lives in a closet in the studio, and the summer intern will never grow up.
There’s always been something magnetic to it, the way that it calls back to the audience for one more scare.
Like all good reckonings, there’s got to be a soundtrack.
I thought, in my sixteen-year-old wisdom, that I’d try blowing the socks off of my fellow AP English Composition students with our term project.
“It’s her. It’s our ghost buster.”