Diary Entry #1: I feel a tug in my gut as I write this, like the root bulb of a great tree pulling slowly, slowly over time from the ground as it tips from too much weight. The more it tips, the more the roots pull, and the more the space beneath is exposed.
...more offensive even than not caring enough to get the reference right is the idea of comparing the betrayal felt by Old Miss fans over a successful man getting a new job with a higher salary, to …the brutal attack of a woman by a man...
I was a “Tonya Girl” from the get. I still am. Regardless of where my loyalties lay, though, I never wanted anything bad to happen to Nancy. I mean, she’s a person. A person who didn’t deserve to be hurt and traumatized, and I was glad to see
While the grownups had been partying, I had been adoringly clinging to my older step- second cousin, learning about black eyeliner, Marilyn Manson, and parachute jeans.