When I started to write culinary mysteries, I did it because nobody was doing it anymore.
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true. . . we call it history.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.
Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met
It's like cuddling with a Butterball turkey.
Even the financial disclosure statements that political bloggers were required to post hadn't stemmed the suspicion that people's opinions weren't really their own. "Who's paying you?" was a retort that might follow any bout of enthusiasm, along with laughter - who would let themselves be bought?
I write music, and I want people to listen to it and care about it and have it make some difference in their lives. When I'm fortunate for that to happen, then of course I feel very, very good about it.
It's really scary, when you're on the verge of becoming a teenager, and you don't know if people like you for you or if they like you for the show you're on. So I started finding friends who were not that way, who are accepting and see you who you are.