Something good was happening. My life was rising from the ashes, and the sight of it left me feeling something like hopeful.

I like to write about people who are real and likeable. I like to write about people who tell their stories in that close and intimate voice we use with best friends. I love the closeness and honesty and vulnerability that come from characters who can talk that way.

I guess that's the upside of not being young anymore... You know from experience that the struggle always leads, in some way, to something better.

The human condition is imperfection. And that's how it's supposed to be.

Nothing that doesn’t push you past your limits can change your life. It’s true of work, it’s true of parenting, and it’s true — a hundred times over — of love.

The best things about womanhood might possibly even be the conversations. The chatting. The gabbing. The whispering. The hands-on-hips eye-rolling. The yukking-it up.

People are always beautiful when you love them.