You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?