Being a parent is absolutely exhausting and draining, along with all the joy and love.

It was simple reality - most competitive tennis players in my day were privileged, spoiled, entitled and white. Also, many of them were beautiful, fit, tan and of good stock - great big hair and white teeth and long legs. Then there were the rest of us.

My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good at it.

If you have a body, you are entitled to the full range of feelings. It comes with the package.

But grace can be the experience of a second wind, when even though what you want is clarity and resolution, what you get is stamina and poignancy and the strength to hang on.

When faced with a crisis, do three things: breathe, pray and be kind.