Im a writer, so whatever gymnastics jump through my head, I write about it.
A woman could be as beautiful as she felt herself to be.
I've been in love and it doesn't last. And when it's over, it's hell for a while. And then one discovers that life goes on. Eventually, one falls in love again. This pattern repeats itself until one is too jaded to believe in it anymore, or too old for all the upheaval.
You long to jump off, but you just can't work up the nerve, so you tell yourself you're content to look at the view.
That makes sense, I suppose. But for me, reading is an adventure. It makes me an armchair traveler and takes me places I shall never be able to go.
But when I close my eyes, I'm more like THIS under the surface: I'm laughing and scheming and dreaming.
I suppose all moms have an idea who they hope their daughters will be. Like a connect-the-dots picture where you think you know what shape it will become. But then it's the daughter who draws the lines, and she might connect the dots you didn't intend, making a whole different picture. So I've gotta trust the dots she's given me, and she's gotta trust me to draw the picture myself.
It's not a testosterone-driven industry any longer. Success is making money, not in the size of the airline.
A wife is not a man's shadow or subordinate, but his other self, his "helper," in a sense which no other creature on earth can be.
I'm happy that Canadians are having a good debate about infrastructure, and not whether it's important but more how we're going to pay for it.
Betty's a good Muslim woman and wife. I don't imagine many other women might put up with the way I am. Awakening this brainwashed black man and telling this arrogant, devilish white man the truth about himself, Betty understands, is a full-time job