A. "Don't pick it." My Mom told me that, and it applies to any number of situations.
A. Meeting one of my literary heroes -- one of the men whose work made me think that I could become a writer, too. He turned out to be a horrible sexist who claimed to never read books by women. I'm still getting over that one.
A. Cape Cod, on a perfect sunny July afternoon, paddling my kayak through the salt marsh with my daughters, looking for clams.
A. I think I'm supposed to say something about my children or my books here, but honestly, any morning that I wake up and find that I've successfully charged the various electronic devices that I'll need, that's a good day.
A. I think I'd be me, only maybe a little younger and better-looking.