When I listen to the conversation of my bed and pillow.

 I feel bad hearing them complain about my constant crying and venting out my frustrations on them.

It occurred to Liz one day, as she waited on hold for an estimate from a yard service, that her parents’ home was like an extremely obese person who could no longer see, touch, or maintain jurisdiction over all of his body; there was simply too much of it, and he—they—had grown weary and inflexible. During

If a girl wants to grow up to be a cowgirl, she ought to be able to do it, or else this world ain't worth living in.

I don&#39;t consider myself a survivor; that&#39;s someone who has gone through something terrible.

Written By Geraldine Ferraro

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