“ I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world. ”
But there was, she knew, something else. Happiness, she supposed. Whatever that might be. What, exactly, she wondered, was happiness. Very positively she wanted it.
~ Nella Larsen
Well, what of it? If sex isn’t a joke, what is it
Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, thought I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.
What are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?
