It’s tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not to quit, play the hand we’ve been dealt, and accessorize what we’ve got.

When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

As Im writing, certain things become clear to me and certain things begin to feel right and make sense. The pieces start to fall into place.

I think, when men tell women to lose weight, it's a diversion from their own lack of size in certain areas.

Grace was one of those types who never changed but only aged and had no apparent expectations or ambitions other than the wish that her life should remain the same.

What if I'm a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?