The first and most important thing that happened to me when I got to San Francisco was that I learned what it felt like to be alone and penniless, to have no tie to the world but fear, hunger, and need.
My Love Language is Midwestern (and other poems)
nervous people are addicted to bragging in public about unconditional love
as it relates to their new dogs
The Love We Deserve
“I don’t want him in this house,” my mother said. It was within that month-long period after Thanksgiving and before Christmas, and she was talking about my boyfriend at the time.