I am a summer person.

Iowa City is okay as Midwestern cities go, but theres no food, no culture, no ocean.

When you peered into the windows of someone else's life, you could only guess what was going on.

If you love something, set it free. If it was meant to be, it will come back to you. But this, of course, was bullshit. If you loved something and let it go...it would (hello!) find something else to love.

Sometimes you regret the things you do, but they're over and done. Regretting the things you didn't do is tougher because they're still out there, haunting you with the what ifs.

For graduate school I ended up going to the University of Iowa, which is, of course, the best graduate writing program in the country.

Guilt and no guilt: these were the worst things. The only thing worse than the guilt was the fear of getting caught.