In order for bread to rise, the dough must be strong.
Suddenly, I wasn’t just prey, I was bait. In order to hunt him down, I had to be both cautious and on display.
I’m coming apart like the first cigarette I ever rolled. Loose, slobbering, and burning too fast.
I wish I’d known Molly years ago. I wish I had known her when I was twelve years old, wondering who in my life would still love me if they knew my secret.
I don’t recognize the future version of me the doctor describes. To remain myself, I must prove him wrong.
This film is an opportunity to help rescue Fanny Mendelssohn from near-obscurity; and to do the same for me.
Guy Fieri allowed me to ask: who do I fear noise and brightness for? Who do I fear food for? And he gave me the answer: I fear it for myself.
The psychiatrist said that there were plenty of people whose brains did much the same thing mine was doing. He called it ‘anxiety.’
Navigating the burdens of expectation as a married woman in Nigeria
The story is no longer me and my vehicles but my mother and hers. We called it an accident, but it wasn’t.