Writing for UrbanMoms has awarded me a multitude of amazing opportunities. I have traveled to new places; alone and with my family. I have discovered new products, new books, new trends and new restaurants, and been able to share them with my readers. I've met other wonderful writers and many incredible celebrities.

Maybe someday it will seem quaint that, during a time of plague, some of the parents of the 1990s wanted to deny their children protection so that they could safeguard their own self- image. Or maybe we'll just seem like a bunch of lunatics.

All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.

Since the age of five I had been one of those people who was an indefatigable reader, more inclined to go off by myself with a book than do any of the dozens of things that children usually do to amuse themselves. I never aged out of it.

I'm going to live long enough to live in an America that will assume universal health care is a basic right. That will be amusing and terrific.

The life of a good dog is like the life of a good person, only shorter and more compressed.