I was married to a subliterate, terra-cotta-toothed imbecile with violent tendencies.
I'm so Southern I'm related to myself.
I hate bigots so much it makes me one.
[Jan. 2013] I lost my husband, my job, the respect of people I admire greatly, everything. But I still didn't sober up for another six months. The closeness that I came to dying was really remarkable.