"That person is not okay." "That person is not okay either."

I just had a nice dinner with my sister and this was her terrific narration on the super-sketchy part of Las Vegas I'm staying in.

Joan Didion is my absolute favorite writer who I’ve never actually read.

It’s always hard to tell where we are at mentally in terms of fragility. Maybe fragility is the wrong word because that sounds a little like looney-bin level of mental fragility, and all I’m talking about is crying for an hour straight through a Thai dinner with my sister in a strip…