I write one poem a year, usually in January or February.

I have been, earlier in my life, a lazy writer. I'd spend three hours at the gym to avoid writing, or I'd just find other distractions - reading, doing laundry, talking on the phone, etc. But suddenly I was like a laser beam: I was relentlessly focused, sometimes to the detriment of other things.

It's terrible to know that no matter how you try to help your child, his condition will worsen.

I do believe that great love brings with it the terror and possibility of great loss.

The most precious love is often the kind that isn't returned, and that is given freely.

I honestly turned to writing because I didn't know what else to do, and because a friend had gently suggested it.

Nonfiction ties your hands a bit, and just like writing poetry in rhyme, it can force you to make more brutal decisions in terms of word choice, plot, etc.