We Read In Bed Because

A Week In The Hospital She Had Told Us. A Hysterectomy, She Had Said. It Had Seemed Unremarkable To Me In A Woman Of Forty-six Long Finished With Childbearing, Although Every Day That I Grow Older I Realize There Is Never Anything Unremarkable About Losing Any Part Of What Makes You Female - A Breast, A Womb, A Child, A Man.

All The Things We Don’t Say, All The Words We Swallow, And It Makes Nothing But Trouble.

I Think That We Really Fool Ourselves About Our Ability To Be Safe And Secure Nowadays.

Being A Reporter Is As Much A Diagnosis As A Job Description.

The Life Of A Good Dog Is Like The Life Of A Good Person, Only Shorter And More Compressed.