the only thing left to do is love

I have had, like most women, a lifelong preoccupation with my weight. My first published short story was a love story between an elderly man and a very young morbidity obese woman.

When you stand outside, you look around and find that the people you're with live on the fringes.

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

Because I live in California now, I find my musings really being centered in this world.

The city, no matter how small, is corrupt and unrepentant, while the sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome.

When we talk about God, I think what most of us mean is some greater thing, some higher power that can help us access our own strength or give us strength.