“There was always something you couldn’t find. Someone must have taken it. But it was probably under your trail of newspapers, Dove wrappers, lost in the smell of cat litter and tomato sauce, because when you finished with something you put it down and forgot it.”
"It was ready when the line stayed on the back of the spoon.The honey rushed over the memory of my finger and coated the spoon. I shook my head "no.’"
"If someone had stopped me, I would have stopped...But each time they failed to notice, it strengthened my resolve. This is the cost of ignoring me, I thought as I walked out the door."
“Don't ask for permission.
Write the stories you want to write.”