Dance with me,' Win said. 'I know I'm probably making a fool of myself. You're probably thinking, how many times do I have to reject this guy? Can't he take a hint?' I shook my head. 'But somehow I don't even care. I see you in your red dress, standing by the punch table, and something in me wants to keep trying. I think, she is a person worth knowing.

Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.

You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later.

It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.

The baby, a girl, is born at 6:24 a.m. She weighs six pounds, ten ounces. The mother takes the baby in her arms and asks her, "Who are you, my little one?" And in response, this baby, who is Liz and not Liz at the same time, laughs.

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.