Gossip Is The Opiate Of The Oppressed.

Gossip Is The Opiate Of The Oppressed.

As A Reader, I Want A Book To Kidnap Me Into Its World. Its World Must Make My So-called Real World Seem Flimsy. Its World Must Lure Me To Return. When I Close The Book, I Should Feel Bereft.

Driving Me Away Is Easier Than Saying Goodbye.

When I Met My Husband, I Refused To Invite Him Home For Passover Because I Was Embarrassed My Mother Might Serve All The Catered Dishes In The Wrong Order.

Sex Just As A Drive, As A Hormonal Drive, Is Not Very Interesting.