When I was seven years old, I wrote my very first book. It was a salute to Valentine’s Day. Inside its stapled, college-ruled pages was a story about a pauper girl being swept off her feet by the prince of the land. Not the most original plo...

Amy – are you there? Are you even reading this, or am I writing to myself? Oh well – it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that, but on the off chance that you are among us, I just want to say one thing… We miss you! I under...

Yes ladies, you heard me correctly. I have a new object of my affection. Hopefully he won’t disappoint, but if he does, at least that will provide me with some great writing material. To be quite honest, I’m surprised to have found him at ...