A writer must be fearless. A writer has to be like a clawed animal." -The Carrie Diaries pg. 337

If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn't want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.

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

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.

Sometimes I want to be on 'The Real Housewives of New York.' I want to remind them to figure out how to get along and support each other.

My parents had a great marriage. Interestingly, it made it harder for me in relationships because I knew what a good relationship looked like.

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.