In my stories, I think, as I've gotten older, the characters have become stronger and more independent, and more capable of making unconventional decisions.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

Maybe the thing to do after you roll the dice-and lose-is simply pick them up and roll them again.

As everyone applauds and sips champagne, I smile back at Rachel, thinking she got it just right. Love and friendship. They are what makes us who we are and what can change us, if we let them.

In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

For true downtime, I enjoy going for light runs, having drinks with friends and going to the movies with my husband.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.