I love reader mail, and I do read it, but I won't read hate mail.

I really hate alcohol. I hate it because it's linked so closely to sexual assault in our culture.

I expend far too much of my maternal energies on guilt and regret.

I used to refer to myself as a 'theoretical anorexic,' just as crazy when it came to body image, but saved by a lack of self-discipline. My daughters do everything better than I do - they're smarter, more beautiful, happier. What if they end up better at anorexia, too?

What I do with my kids is - and I think they probably do ignore us - is No Alcohol. If they're drunk they will be grounded for time immemorial.

Personally, I think four is the perfect number of children for our particular family. Four is enough to create the frenzied cacophony that my husband and I find so joyful.

I have two daughters and I have done everything in my power to prevent them from assimilating, even being aware of, my idiocy about my weight.