I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

You can love someone you mistrust.

Did she ever regret her choices? Were her decisions more clear-cut than mine - or are there always shades of gray whe it comes to matters of the heart?

Inevitably I draw on my own relationships when I write, so if I'm writing about a fight between a husband and his wife, of course I'm going to think about a recent fight with my husband. Or if I'm writing about sisters, of course I'm going to think about my sister.

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

I'm nostalgic and I do think about a "what if."

No, scratch the word "career." Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.