If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died-you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.

I was an English major in college, and then I went to graduate school in English at the University of North Carolina for three years.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

My job as the mother of daughters is to make sure my children see that every opportunity is available to them.

We're all going to die.

If I say something that ends up on the front page of Drudge, I haven't done it right.

If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ever ask me if I was 'over it'. They would ask me how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning to walk and to breathe and to live without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before.