“He had no special knowledge or preternatural charm. He was what I’d made him.” — Claudia Rowe Copy Share Image
“He had no special knowledge or preternatural charm. He was what I’d made him.” — Claudia Rowe Copy Share Image
“Men lying to get women into bed has kept the human race going for centuries!” he crowed, delighted that I hadn’t seen the punch… — Claudia Rowe Copy Share Image
“In Kendall’s mind, there were only three types of women: good, bad, and fallen. Being a journalist muddied my position in his moral hierarchy,… — Claudia Rowe Copy Share Image
“Aspiration falls away until it becomes possible, in the midst of decay, to fool yourself into believing everything is fine.” — Claudia Rowe Copy Share Image
“You are a narcissist!” she’d shriek at my childish transgressions—a game left on the coffee table, the laundry unfolded. I had no idea what… — Claudia Rowe Copy Share Image
