No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

I'm tired of the rules," I say.

Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person.

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.

I started writing it the day after Sept. 11. I was living in New York City. We didnt have any phone service and we didnt have any mail. Like a lot of writers do, I started to write in a voice that I missed.

This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.