You want to break the curse, I want to break the curse. We don’t need to be nice. We need to be effective. Just help me figure it out, and I’ll make you a rich...

Please stop talking. I’m trying to eat.

And sometimes when I’m feeling really evil, I read books or paint.

you’re risking everything to help me.

I’d allowed myself to feel love –yes, love– for another person in a way I’d once sworn to myself I never would. I’d become completely vulnerable, and now I’d been torn apart with hurt and...

In answer to a question you asked me not a long ago, a question I didn’t answer at the time…it is worth it. Love is a perilous dance too, you see. And if we stop...

Safety,” I said. And in that moment I realized that I’d always equated the two in my head, but they weren’t the same thing. Sometimes people were strongest at their most vulnerable, dangerous moments.

Instead I sounded like a little girl on her first day of kindergarten. My name is Bee, and I like coloring and horsies.

You’re ruining that book!” He pointed to the page I’d torn out. “That’s a perfectly good book!” Holding his gaze, I reached down and ripped another page out. “I’m making roses.” “Well, it’s my book.”...