Nothing Was Happening, Really, But The Moment

Our Lives Are Composed Of A Finite Set Of Moments That We Choose How To Spend.

A Small Olive-skinned Creature Who Had Hit Puberty But Never Hit It Very Hard, Ben Had Been My Best Friend Since Fifth Grade, When We Both Finally Owned Up To The Fact That Neither Of Us Was Likely To Attract Anyone Else As A Best Friend.

So She Became Impulsive, Scared By Her Inaction Into Perpetual Action.

We're All Just Facilitators. The Real Business Is Done By Readers.

But Mothers Lie. It's In The Job Description.