I've always been able to cook Italian food. That's in my blood because I'm half Sicilian.

You can't all of a sudden go to sleep one night and wake up Martha Stewart. It's bit by bit by bit.

When did the cell phone become a license to be rude? And why must I be subjected to your personal conversations?

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.

Point? Maybe you aren't a Carrie or a Samantha or a Charlotte or a Miranda. Maybe you're just you.

I still believe in the Holy Trinity, except now it's Target, Trader Joe's, and IKEA.

For the record? I have never been her baby. In fact, I reject the notion of coming out of her body. I prefer to believe I was hatched, or perhaps purchased.