So Much Of Being A Woman Is

Thank Goodness For The First Snow, It Was A Reminder--no Matter How Old You Became And How Much You'd Seen, Things Could Still Be New If You Were Willing To Believe They Still Mattered.

I Love Chicago. I Lived There Briefly For Three Months And Kept A Boat Under One Of Those Space-age Buildings. It Was Very Jetsons.

I Have This Theory: If You Forgive Someone, They Can't Hurt You Anymore.

Why Do I Keep Evading My Work? Is It Because I’m Afraid Of Being Confronted By My Lack Of Abilities?

When I Was 8, I Was Reading A Book In Which It Was Snowing. When I Looked Outside, I Expected There To Be Snow On The Ground. I Thought, "this Is The Most Powerful Thing I Can Do! I'm Going To Be A Writer."