Storytelling Is What Lights My Fire.

I Always Step On The Plane With My Right Foot And Touch The Outside Of The Plane With My Left Hand. Sometimes You Know There's Someone Standing There To Welcome You To The Plane And I Have To Kind Of Get Them To Move A Little Bit So I Can Put My Hand On The Outside Of The Plane. It's Not A Natural Thing To Be Up In The Sky In A Little Metal Tube.

I'm Way Too Disorganized.

Storytelling Is What Lights My Fire.

There's Nothing I Love More Than A Good Cry.

Every Summer My Husband And I Pack Our Suitcases, Load Our Kids Into The Car, And Drive From Tense, Crowded New York City To My Family's Cottage In Maine. It's On An Island, With Stretches Of Sea And Sandy Beaches, Rocky Coasts, And Pine Trees. We Barbecue, Swim, Lie Around, And Try To Do Nothing.