I think statistics go in one ear and out the other. All of us respond to stories more than numbers.

I am aware that somewhere along the line, I've subconsciously turned down the pitch of my speech, like a silencer of a gun that softens the sound of its firing. Now, even when I yell, I don't feel like I am using my full voice.

I grew up in a family that despised displays of strong emotion, rage in particular. We stewed. We sulked. When arguments did occur, they were full-scale conniptions, and we regarded them as family failings.

I have been a ballerina, a cheerleader and a sorority girl. I was the girliest girl alive.

I once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and tonight...I agree.

Me? I'm just a literary girl gone wrong. Slow with the tongue. Quick with the pen. Undeniably cute. But, on the whole, ill-equipped for the privilege of living.

I think statistics go in one ear and out the other. All of us respond to stories more than numbers.