There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.

...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

Instead of relief or gratitude, more guilt washes over me. Andy's certainly not faultless - no one ever is in a marriage

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

Which always raises the interesting question of whether redheads pursue other redheads in a narcissistic way, or simply, because they have no other choice, as nonredheads aren't interested.

I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to explain to Zoe one of the very saddest notions in love and life: sometimes the timing is wrong--and sometimes you realize the heart of the matter way to late in the game.