I am . . . a human being, flawed and individual. I am not. . . a puppet, an actress waiting to recite the lines in the script you’ve written for me. I am. . . a failure and a success. I am not. . . without va...

I haven’t been well this week. Lots of ups and downs. Mostly downs. Hyper-downs. I’m writing this on Wednesday, although it won’t show up until Friday. I won’t be able to write on Friday because I’ll be in surgery, then out of surgery, then...

I hadn’t looked down at the October edition of Elle since it landed with a weightedthud on the floor next to my bed. It took me three days to work through the fall Vogue, and since I tend to get overly-absorbed in that kind of thing, I to...