Being a star requires risk-taking shoes.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.

You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!

I'm just writing what I know. I've never been much of a reader of fantasy, and I think you write what you, personally, enjoy reading.