As A Memoirist, I Strive For Veracity.

I Get So Lonely Sometimes, I Could Put A Box On My Head And Mail Myself To A Stranger.

When I Got Sober, I Thought Giving Up Was Saying Goodbye To All The Fun And All The Sparkle, And It Turned Out To Be Just The Opposite. That's When The Sparkle Started For Me.

Having A Great Dad Probably Permitted Me To Pal Around With Guys In A Way That Some Women Don't.

I'm Not Nearly Smart Enough Or Imaginative Enough To Tackle The Novel Form. Never Happen.

He Never Gave Up On Me, I Only Stopped Being Matriculated.