What Appeals To You The Most Is

For True Downtime, I Enjoy Going For Light Runs, Having Drinks With Friends And Going To The Movies With My Husband.

I Always Find Something In Common With My Protagonist, Particularly When I Write In The First Person.

Maybe That's What It All Comes Down To. Love, Not As A Surge Of Passion, But As A Choice To Commit To Something, Someone, No Matter What Obstacles Or Temptations Stand In The Way. And Maybe Making That Choice, Again And Again, Day In And Day Out, Year After Year, Says More About Love Than Never Having A Choice To Make At All.

Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What You Make Of It.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.