When I was in second grade, my mother moved from Miami to this evangelical conservative environment in western North Carolina, two miles down the road from Billy Graham and his wife, Ruth.

Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.

I stop working at about 3 p.m. on Fridays.

I won't put myself in a position where I'm vulnerable.

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

Even if you are a best-seller you feel insecure because it is all so unpredictable.

In my forties, my optimism was boundless. I had really good health and tremendous success which allowed me to do anything I wanted.