I don't really know why I went to law school.

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

Well, shoes, bags and clutches are usually my big weaknesses - my husband always laughs when I call them 'investment pieces.'

I will find the good in this loss. I will make something happen that wouldn't have happened otherwise.

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

He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.

I try to write about real women, real people - in other words flawed characters.