I Guess The Feminism In "room" Springs

...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.

Ma's Still Nodding. "you're The One Who Matters, Though. Just You." I Shake My Head Till It's Wobbling Because There's No Just Me.

Identity Politics Are Wearisome; You Don't Want To Go On Speaking For Any One Group As A Writer.

I Think There Are Few Films Out There That Take Motherhood Seriously.

The Sound Of The Pages Turning Was The Sound Of Magic. The Dry Liquid Feel Of Paper Under Fingertips Was What Magic Felt Like.