The people I work with are like family. I don't mean this in a nice way.

The search for truth can be compared to a cat chasing her tail: frantic in her pursuit, her quarry nevetheless eludes her; despite the fact that all the world can see it's right there, it remains just beyond her reach. It cannot be possessed because, paradoxically, it is already part of her.

Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

I have an intimate relationship with books. After all, I take them with me into the bathtub-not an invitation I offer lightly.

Birthdays are a reward for having shown up 365 days in a row. It's like getting a badge for attendance.

Think of the funniest story from your life. Chances are, it was something awful at the time.

While I do not believe the earth loaned to us by our ancestors should be plagued by chemical horrors and thereby corrupted for future generations, neither do I believe I should have to face anything that has more eyes than I have during dinner. It was my rule when I was dating and, heck, it's still my rule now.