Found, I told myself. Try to get found.

I'm not in charge of my life.

I have these "pinch me" moments when I realize I got to be the thing I wanted to be growing up. I'm right where I belong.

I can carry a tune with a three-note range. Once I'm out of that range, I'm in trouble.

Baby," groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.

I love it when people ask if Jennifer Weiner is a pen name. Um, if I wanted a pen name I could have done a LOT better than this!

I'm not cut out to be a famous person; I can't do my hair and makeup well enough.