We all deserve to be congratulated, but sadly that would mean there's no one left to do the congratulating.

and there's something about having an especially different name that makes it difficult to imagine what you would be like as a Jennifer.

My A-number one visceral fear is speed. More than knives or snakes or confined spaces. Speed. I won't even go on a motor boat if I can help it.

A human being can spend only so much time outside her comfort zone before she realizes she is still tethered to it.

Uniqueness is wasted on youth. Like fine wine or a solid flossing habit, you'll be grateful for it when you're older.

I think the rule of thumb should be this: if you preface a sentence about a friend with the phrase, 'I love X, but... ' more than once in any conversation, you should stop hanging out with them.

As most New Yorkers have done, I have given serious and generous thought to the state of my apartment should I get killed during the day.