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...look at her? It's almost as though throughout the book, you view her, though she's an ancestor, as your child? Oh, exactly. She's an acquaintance, a good friend. I think one does develop an affinity to discoveries that one makes. She's so incredibly important in terms of our lives. How do I think of her? It's a very interesting question because if I had the ability to travel back in time, with only one choice of a place to go, my answer is quite simple. I'd want to be standing on the hill overlooking...
What's your writing routine? Are you a morning person? I usually get up at about five o'clock and I do a three-mile walk with a friend of mine. We've done that for a decade now. I come back, get the kids off to school with my husband, and then I go up to my office and answer fan mail for about an hour or so online. Then I pick up whatever I've been writing the day before and read through it on the screen, editing as I go. When I get to the bottom...
...confidence and leadership Peppelman exhibits stems from a combination of talent and experience. He began wrestling 13 years ago in first grade when his friend persuaded him to try it, and the sport has proven to be an ideal outlet for an energetic grappler...
...risking your life for a vacation?" a close friend said with a gasp, aghast when I told her I planned to spend my postelection holiday in Cartagena, Colombia. In fact, few of my friends seemed to think it was a good idea: I couldn't persuade any of them to share my rental house in the city's walled Old Town. If they had heard of Cartagena at all, it was only as the backdrop of the classic 1980s romantic caper Romancing the Stone, a place of corrupt juntas and bodice-ripper-reading drug dealers - a parody turned deadly serious...
...still have any anxiety about safety, consider this: when we arrived from the airport in a Hyundai minitaxi bursting at the seams, one of our friends left his wallet, heavy with cash, in the back of the cab. He called around to taxi companies that night but despaired of ever seeing his billfold again, resigning himself to the tedium of canceled cards and replaced IDs. The next morning a honk sounded out front - the cabdriver had returned, sheepishly handing back the wallet with everything intact, apologizing profusely for not coming sooner. When asked by my astonished friend...