“A confession: I am not a good friend. Lyndsey writes letters, Lyndsey makes calls. Lyndsey makes plans. Everything I do is in reaction to everything she does, and I’m terrified of the day she decides not to pick up the phone, not to take the first step. I’m terrified of the day Lyndsey outgrows my secrets, my ways. Outgrows me.”
“Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.”
“I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.”
“Everything in me turns on and shuts down at the same time. I am weak and strong. I am terrified and brave. I am lost and found. I am here and gone. I’m afraid I’m going to stop breathing again.”
“I’m creative, I make up almost everything. But with all my creativity, I couldn’t make up with my wife.”
“It was terrifying, liberating, and risky. But one day I woke up and decided to try it." (On writing her first novel, "Miss Dreamsville and the Collier County Women's Literary Society")”