“I may believe I'm not up to snuff, but Jill? Jill thinks I can date the Great Gatsby.” — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“I think, How small my life seemed then. How little I wanted for myself. How little I expected of myself and those who claimed… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“I have that old sinking feeling. I've been overly available, sickeningly sweet and forever enabling all in the name of being 'liked.' I've compromised myself. I've suffered fools, idiots and dullards. I've gone on far too many dates with men because I felt guilty that they liked me more than I liked them. I've fallen deeply and madly I'm love… — Liza Palmer Copy Share
“. . . mixing defensiveness with anger - a wonderful mix, by the way.” — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“Congratulations, Caroline Lang! Your test scores look great and you’ve clearly learned from this experience. We are granting you admission to the next phase of your life. You are now relieved of any and all feelings you once had for your ex-husband.” I speak in as newscastery a voice as I can. Caroline laughs. “Please see admissions about the lovely… — Liza Palmer Copy Share
“This is what it feels like to love someone. The fear that they could be harmed and you'd be helpless keeps you up at… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“There are people out there who have x-ray vision. They can see through my walls, armor and scrims and filters right down to the… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“You talk here about greatness. I just wanted to ask if you could understand what it was we were going for. That there is… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“I naively thought that all I had to do to pull this off was toss my fat history out like trash. I couldn’t make… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“Leah’s intelligence, wit, and level of coolness in a woman who looked like I used to would make her a “fun work colleague” or… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“So begins the exhausting analysis of the cavalcade of unknowable smiles and cryptic sentences uttered by someone your newly interested in. When everything boils… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
