One line of dialogue that rings true reveals character in a way that pages of description can't.

It was simple reality - most competitive tennis players in my day were privileged, spoiled, entitled and white. Also, many of them were beautiful, fit, tan and of good stock - great big hair and white teeth and long legs. Then there were the rest of us.

No" is a complete sentence.

I kept asking God for help, and after a while I realized something -- that Josh was not enjoying this either. He was just trying to take care of himself, and I made the radical decision to let him off the hook.

Here are the two best prayers I know: 'Help me, help me, help me' and 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.' Oh, Rae. Who hasn't

My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.