People say I'm not good at writing about men. My dad left when I was 16. Give me a break. I'm doing the best I can.

I like blogs. they're good times.

I sometimes read about authors who say they require a perfectly silent room maintained at precisely 68 degrees, with trash bags taped over the windows and a white-noise machine in the corner to write, and I think, 'Who are these people, and do any of them have kids?

I grew up with a feminist mom and the understanding that, as someone coming from a position of (relative) privilege, it was my job to speak up when things weren't fair.

I have the best divorce of anyone I've heard of.

They say - "they" being the great philosophers, or possibly the cast of Seinfeld - that breaking up is like pushing over a Coke machine. You can't just do it, you have to set the thing in motion, rock it back and forth a few times.

This is motherhood for you,' said my own mother. 'Going through life with your heart outside your body.