A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
The last watch I wore felt like a handcuff. When I need to know the time, I check my cell phone.
Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
When I was 41, I found a lump the size of a grape in my right breast. I ended up bald, sick and exhausted from surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments. Ah, but I got to live.