I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.

In the mess of moving from place to place, I skipped two grades in the space of one year.

When I hit a block, regardless of what I am writing, what the subject matter is, or what's going on in the plot, I go back and I read Pablo Neruda's poetry. I don't actually speak Spanish, so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I don't know why, but it calms me, calms my brain.

When you're in a place, the details you focus on are different than details you focus on when you're writing about it.

I rarely saw my Grandma Markle, as she hailed from New Hampshire and spent much of her life in Pennsylvania and Florida. To bridge that gap, she would always send scrapbooks, care packages, and boxes of treats made from family recipes.

Nothing means more to me than racing for my country, the Queen, the Royal Family, and the people back home that support me.

I have a big family. Even though it's only three kids in our family, it's always aunts and uncles and the whole thing.

I want to tell everyone out there that there is no reason for you to sit at home when you are pregnant. Make your child ready for life, make him/her feel special.