Always Having To Have The Last Word

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.

Tell That To The Btk Killer,” I Said. “he Was A Churchgoer, Raised Two Kids, Married, And Resisted The Urge To Kill For Decades. He Was A Person, But He Was A Monster, Too

Children Make That Big A Difference To You? He Asked. I Nodded. Yeah, They Do. I Never Figured You As The Maternal Type. I'm Not, But Kids Are People, Edward, Little People Trapped By The Choices The Adults Around Them Make.

Methinks We Have A Clue. Be Still, My Heart.

Most Women Complain That There Are No Single, Straight Men Left. I’d Just Like To Meet One Who’s Human.