Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

There's surprisingly little difference between writing from a male angle and from a female angle, but I feel more restricted in my language when I'm writing as a male character because males tend to sound less emotionally expressive than females.

It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change.

I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

I spend about a year between novels

People always talked about a mother's uncanny ability to read her children, but that was nothing compared to how children could read their mothers.