Recently, I had the pleasure of interviewing fellow author, Megan Crane, on the release of her fourth book, Names My Sisters Call Me. You can read the full transcript of the interview on Megan's website (www.megancrane.com).

It was during this interview that we touched on the chick-lit debate....

My heart was heavy tonight. I realized rather quickly that this was the last episode of Project Runway before the reunion show and then the final Bryant Park extravaganza. Maybe I realized it when Heidi came out in the very first seconds of the show and said just that. That...

You know, I think I knew it in the darkest recesses of my soul. I think I could sense that our little Ricky was getting the axe...my gut told me that it was his time. That even too much sunshine can burn. I was right. No more are we to...

FINALLY!!!!

After leading Old Yeller back behind the barn for two episodes -- eliminating Kevin and then Kit -- I finally have justice.

The challenge this week was brought to us by Levi 501. The designers (only 7 left!) were asked to...

Every year the pageantry gets a little more elaborate. Every year the pow-wow gets more and more serious. Every year my family has to decide if the truth can stand one more bite at the apple. It's a decision we all have to face at some point. My nieces are...

As we near the fall, with its turning leaves, back to school and new television line ups, I muse upon a mystery that I have yet to solve.

Lost.

No, I don't mean that I'm lost. I mean, Lost. The TV show. A TV show I've tried to...

I have come to an ugly realization. Gulp. First step is the hardest, Palmer. Admit you have a problem.

I've raised Ricky from Better off Dead - in dog form.

For those of you who don't know who Ricky is - I'll ask...

"We've got a generation now who were born with semi-equality. They don't know how it was before, so they think, this isn't too bad. We're working. We have our attache cases and our three piece suits. I get very disgusted with the younger generation of women. We had a torch...

Growing up in Pasadena, CA, the Fourth of July meant one thing. Fireworks at the Rose Bowl. Now being a kid from, shall we say, lesser means, we couldn't quite afford the tickets to get in, so the Fourth of July meant climbing to mountain tops all around the edges...

Two words of advice. Dry. Run.

Sure, you started out with a bang -- the song kicked in, and you rocked it -- yeah, I say 'rocked it' now. Damn karaoke bar. But, because you didn't do the dry-run, now you're horrified to find that the entire last minute...

The life of a writer is the stuff of legend.

The Algonquin Round Table. Dashiell Hammett, Lillian Hellman and William Faulkner discussing current events. John Steinbeck sailing in the Sea of Cortez. Jack London taking off for the Klondike Gold Rush.

When I was finally able to quit...

Call him Pic 'n' Save.

It's embarrassing. I can't even remember his real name. Maybe Jeff. Was his name Jeff?

The legend was born one fateful morning in an elementary school in Pasadena, California. It was probably hot. It's always hot. Some girl squealed that she'd seen him...

I was just starting junior high and it was my first official party. Not a birthday party -- but a 'get together.' Huge difference. Uncharted territory for a fringe dweller like myself. There was no music and we all sat around awkwardly. Just then, a girl walked in and staked...

I want to clarify something right off. I know the business of show takes many winding paths and that there are a thousand different ways to get to stardom -- but I want to make sure we all know exactly where Elizabeth Hasselbeck came from.

Survivor.

That's right....