If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.

What is it about sadness that can be so fulfilling?

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

Write,' she said, 'as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth.

When I grew up, all of our news, weather, and sports came from America. The people where I grew up rooted for American teams as opposed to Canadian teams.

We're seeing a decline in religion in North America but, I hope, a rise in individual spirituality. Whatever that means to people.