Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.

A glittering disco ball spins from the ceiling, but the music is something I've never heard, discordant and haunting and insistent, the kind of music that demands you dance.

It's hard to be careful, though, when you feel indestructible.

Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.

There's so many things that mattered so much in my 20s and 30s that don't matter now.

Have I ever been in love? Really in love? And why is it that with each new guy I think I'm more in love with him than the last?

I started working for the 'NY Observer' when I was 33. After I had been writing for them for about a year and a half the editor said, 'Your stories are the most talked about stories in the 'Observer'; you should have your own column.'