The question I hate the most is "How did you DO it - write novels and raise your children simultaneously!" I mean, do MALE authors get asked that??

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

Write a living will. And become an organ donor!

The problem was , you never heard anyone say,"wow, check out the brain on that babe.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.