A. I am looking for something I've already found.
A. Do the next thing.
A. Losing my child. Also daddy-long-legs and mushrooms.
A. Here in my kitchen, at the world's smallest island.
A. "Don't make me count to three, young man!"
A. Not changing piano studios my freshman year at Oberlin Conservatory. It would have been a gutsy thing to do, and I would have been happier.
A. Continuing to write in the face of rejection slips.
A. It takes a huge amount of effort for me to remember to light a single candle rather than curse the darkness.
A. Probably my sense of humor. That, and I won't back down when it's important.
A. I suspect I come off as more assertive than I realize, so maybe that. I've been told I exude self-confidence, and this always shocks me to hear.
A. I always return to Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice.
A. Wet socks is tied with apostrophe abuse.
A. Restaurant reviewer, of course. Isn't that everyone's?
A. Shrimp cocktail with a fried chicken chaser. What am I saying? Homemade noodle soup.