Can you really forgive if you can't forget?

Do we need distance to get close?

I find it so ironic that all you do, for the earliest part of your life, is try to be like everybody else. And then you turn 30, and you realize all you want to do is distinguish yourself in some way.

So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.

Every once in awhile, a girl has to indulge herself.

I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?

I have a fantastic husband. Here's the honeymoon part: I still think he's the funniest, wittiest, most clever man I've ever known.