No matter how happy anyone is with their choices, I believe it's human nature to wonder about the path not taken.

Everyone who reads me is someone I'd like to hang out with.

I'm very detail oriented. I think that's why people enjoy my memoirs - because I tend to remember everything.

Fletch then kisses me on the forehead before opening the cabinet under the coffeemaker to grab placemats and napkins. Retrieving these items is his job because I kind of don't like to bend. I also refuse to carry anything heavier than my purse.

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.

I yearn to be a woman of more depth, but I'm not so fond of the path I'd need to follow to get there.

I believe that I have such a vanilla life.