A. professional rider, advertising executive, magazine writer and editor-in-chief
A. My current one: Editor-in-chief of POZ magazine and poz.com
A. High school: Princeton Day School in Princeton, NJ; college: Trinity College in Hartford, CT
A. At this moment, Jethro Tull
A. Out of Africa
A. Twin Peaks
A. Being loved for who you are by people you admire and respect.
A. That the stigma around AIDS will remain and as a result, people will continue to become infected and die when their lives could be spared and the suffering ended
A. Zagora, in Morocco, on a camel, headed into the Sahara to sleep under the stars for a week.
A. My sister, Tracy.
A. You know?...you know?...you know?
A. Having unprotected sex and contracting HIV.
A. Running a completely organic, self-sustaining farm off the grid.
A. Facing my greatest fear.
A. Being unrealistic about time.
A. I'll die trying.
A. The bluebird who sits outside my kitchen window in the morning. Or, maybe Sylvester, the enormous, lazy cat who, thankfully, is too fat to eat the bluebird but who watches him as intently as I do each morning.
A. That I am alternately graceful and a total clutz.
A. The vampire Lestat
A. Intolerance based on ignorance
A. Riding my horses through the hayfields and hunting for animal bones, turtle shells and birds' nests in the woods.
A. Fashion designer/race care driver
A. Honesty. Integrity. Courage.
A. Rice crispy treats.
A. I Fall to Pieces by Patsy Kline, Moral Kiosk by REM, Ghetto Defender by the Clash, Winter White Hymnal by Fleet Foxes, In an Airfield by Keith Snyder, The Fox Went Out on a Windy Night, sung by my dad.
A. Flannery O'Connor Walker Percy John Knowles F. Scott Fitzgerald Hemingway
A. Wiseblood A Confederacy of Dunces A Separate Piece Tender is the Night Death in the Afternoon
A. The dictionary
A. Stop planning/thinking/talking ... just write until your whole body aches.
A. "Your writing sounds just like how you talk." That's the idea...