A. Life owes me nothing, no matter how hard I work. Whatever good comes to me in the end is simply a gift and a blessing.
A. I fear physical pain. Under threat of torture, I'd fold like a card castle.
A. Sitting down with a cup of coffee at sunrise every morning to write exactly what I want to write and to be worried about nothing in that moment except how to make the words sing. Life is too complicated to let this happen very often, but sometimes it all comes together and my god is it magic and does it ever make me happy.
A. The inability to say no when asked for a favor.
A. I suppose anywhere that's warm and where there's a white beach that runs along a blue sea. In Minnesota in winter, that always sounds lovely.