I love it when people ask who my influences are... or what my favorite part of my last book was... or the last great book I read.

I'm going to continue writing. I'll always be a storyteller. But I'm also taking time to enjoy my life.

Is it still there?" I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, "Does it sound broken?

It's as if the fasion designers decided that once a woman hit a certain weight, she'd have no need for business suits, for skirts and blazers, for anything except glorified sweatsuits, and they tried to apologize for dressing us like overaged Teletubbies by silk-screening daisies on the tops.

I'm so glad that social media gives me a chance to do that, to celebrate books I love and help proselytize for books I love.

I like blogs. they're good times.

Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty.