I had people in my life who didn't give up on me: my mother my aunt my science teacher. I had one-on-one speech therapy. I had a nanny who spent all day playing turn-taking games with me.
I'm scared to death of being poor. It's like a fat girl who loses 500 pounds but is always fat inside. I grew up poor and will always feel poor inside. It's my pet paranoia.
Husbands are like fires - they go out when they're left unattended.
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...