I love stories that give me a perspective on how easy American life has become in the 21st century.

I have not spent years in therapy; I tried therapy in my mid-twenties, and it did not go very well. I just thought, 'This is so not for me. I would rather talk to one of my girlfriends.' I'm not at a point in my life when I'm analyzing too much. I have young children, and I'm just pretty much crazed.

Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.

I have a husband and children, and it affects me deeply that somebody could be taken away in a second.

I've seen a lot of the United States, having stayed in so many different cities and towns for work.

I get to play a lot of hysterics.

The older you get, the more you realize that the way you look is a reflection of how you treat yourself.