The world's waistlines are expanding, but it's an epidemic of a larger issue in terms of our bounty having become our burden.

I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the library and all its lovely books?

Evidence tells that black and Latina woman are more accepting of curves, and that's a good thing.

Now that I live in Southern California, my current world certainly speaks to me, and I sense that my next book will have a more American and southerly setting. But that's certainly not to say I won't be back to Leaford.

The drugstore is a wonderful place to see all manner of ailments.

The world's waistlines are expanding, but it's an epidemic of a larger issue in terms of our bounty having become our burden.

I'm not alone in having obese people in my circle and in my family. I have loved morbidly obese people, and I don't approach obesity with revulsion or judgment but with empathy and compassion.