I'd always admired writers. I'd always loved words on a page. Somehow, words seemed to bypass image and get straight to the heart of things. Somehow, words seemed big enough to contain pain, and sentences could pull broken bits together.

Sometimes, when people speak, I cease listening to their words and zoom in instead on the cadence, and it can seem lovely, and at other times absurd, all this verbiage, these seemingly random consonants clattering on the string that is sound.

I know the best moments can never be captured on film, even as I spend nearly half my life trying to do just that.

I'm not going to let my life revolve around losing weight. I have other things to do.

I see myself as Rhoda not Mary Tyler Moore.