When I was 12 years old, I read Nancy Drew mysteries and biographies of Madame Curie and Florence Nightingale and books about girls who love horses o….

It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what w….

I believe every one of us possesses a fundamental right to tell our own story..

A good home must be made, not bought. In the end, it's not track lighting or a sun room that brings light into a kitchen..

To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it..

Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back..

Many women my age have known the experience of giving up crucial parts of themselves to please the man they love..

Imagine if you succeeded in making the world perfect for your children what a shock the rest of life would be for them..

If a man wishes to truly not be written about, he would do well not to write letters to 18-year-old girls, inviting them into his life..

Every child, woman, and man should possess license to speak or sing in his or her true voice..

The silence was part of the story I wanted to tell..

It's not only children who grow. Parents do too..

The painter who feels obligated to depict his subjects as uniformly beautiful or handsome and without flaws will fall short of making art..

In the event of an oxygen shortage on airplanes, mothers of young children are always reminded to put on their own oxygen mask first, to better assis….

I have long observed that the act of writing is viewed, by some, as an elite and otherworldly act, all the more so if a person isn't paid for what sh….

I do not outline. There are writers I know and count as my friends who certainly do it the other way but for me part of the adventure is not knowing ….

It troubles me that people speak about writing for money as ugly and distasteful..

Those who rhapsodize about the ease and joy of childhood have perhaps forgotten what it's like to be 12 years old..

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming….

She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her..

A good home must be made, not bought..