Don't waste time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.

Chicago is constantly auditioning for the world, determined that one day, on the streets of Barcelona, in Berlin's cabarets, in the coffee shops of Istanbul, people will know and love us in our multidimensional glory, dream of us the way they dream of San Francisco and New York.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

Like many women my age, I am 28 years old.

Be nice to your siblings. They are your link to the past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

You can figure out who you were by which movies you loved when