I am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.

It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.

My early childhood was spent in Newark, New Jersey, but my family moved to Denver when I was 12.

The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.

I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.

The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life [...] the stronger the daughter.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.