To Know I Was Beautiful

The Stupid Things You Say In The Rain, That Can't Ever Be Washed Away.

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

Pick A Better Verb. Most People Use Twenty Verbs To Describe Everything From A Run In Their Stocking To The Explosion Of An A-bomb.

My Father Was An Engineer - He Wasn't Literary, Not A Writer Or A Journalist, But He Was One Of The World's Great Readers. Every Two Weeks, He'd Take Me To Our Local Branch Library And Pull Books Off The Shelf For Me, Stacking Them Up In My Arms - 'have You Read This? And This? And This?"

What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty Seven Names For Tears?