Jennifer Weiner
Jennifer Weiner
Jennifer Weiner is an American writer, television producer, and former journalist. She is based in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 March 1970
CityDe Ridder, LA
CountryUnited States of America
dad writing men
People say I'm not good at writing about men. My dad left when I was 16. Give me a break. I'm doing the best I can.
long singers would-be
Many writers secretly long to be performers. You always get the 'if you weren't a writer' question. I would be a back-up singer, to stand in the back and go like 'do, do, do.
dog stupid sound
The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.
father men forever
This is the meanest thing anyone’s ever done to me,” I said, through my tear-clogged throat. “I want you to know that.” But even as the words were leaving my mouth, I knew it wasn’t true. In the grand, historical scheme of things, my father leaving us was doubtlessly worse. Which is one of the many things that sucked about my father?? he forever robbed me of the possibility of telling another man, This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and meaning it.
rocks machines coke
They say - "they" being the great philosophers, or possibly the cast of Seinfeld - that breaking up is like pushing over a Coke machine. You can't just do it, you have to set the thing in motion, rock it back and forth a few times.
broken sound doe
Is it still there?" I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, "Does it sound broken?
good-times blogs
I like blogs. they're good times.
dog thinking animal
I think every person who is single should have a dog. I think the government should step in and intervene: If you're not married or coupled up, whether you've been dumped or divorced or widowed or whatever, they should require you to proceed immediately to the pound nearest you and select an animal companion.
two house parent
There are two kinds of houses in the neighborhood where I grew up-the ones where the parents stayed married, and the ones where they didn’t.
summer baby husband
Regular women carry pictures of their babies, their husbands, their summer houses. Fat ladies carry pictures of themselves at their skinniest.
looks world stuff
There's all kinds of love in the world, and not all of it looks like the stuff in greeting cards.
names hated implied
She hated the implied familiarity when customers requested things from her by name...
trying found
Found, I told myself. Try to get found.
glasses fleas thread
I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.