I don't want to follow the herd.
I love to run smart essays and commentary. But it doesn't replace the other kind of reporting
Having a baby is like falling in love again, both with your husband and your child.
Powerful women always interpret hostility as unrequited love.
Manners are the ability to put someone else at their ease. . . by turning any answer into another question.
To win respect, the networks seem to feel they have to keep absurdly overstating their anchors' reporting cred
Hide from change and it will hide from you
At Age 11, I used to listen to Madonna's Immaculate Collection every day
For a feature in next month's issue of Prog magazine, the photographer spent many hours setting up a photo shoot of me with part of my music collection in my writing office. Since I do most of my writing outside in nature, we felt this shot was most representative.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
You turned your head to look at me. Your eyes looked so big in your face, so mysterious — wide and flickering like a butterfly-wing mask. When you saw me the wails turned to sobs, and then just quieter heaves of your body. I held out my finger through the bars. Then you reached out and curled your fingers around mine, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.