I conveniently forgot to remember that people only have two hands, or, as another parent once said of having a third child, it's time for a zone defense instead of man-to-man.

A writer is always working with whatever she's managed to store in the brainpan or puzzle out about the world.

I remember adolescence, the years of having the impulse control of a mousetrap, of being as private as a safe-deposit box.

Look at the view and you'll never be disappointed.

I can't think of a single downside to motherhood now.

We almost manage to forget that things happen that we don't anticipate.

Choose the kids. There will be plenty of time later to choose work.