The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.

Jealousy has always been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed.

Publication is not all that it is cracked up to be. But writing is.

I am an Aries. Although I do not believe in astrology, I think this is exactly the right sign to have been born under.

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul.

I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.