We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.

In a world not made for women, criticism and ridicule follow us all the days of our lives. Usually they are indications that we are doing something right.

All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.

Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.

we all carry the Houses of our Youth inside, and our Parents, too, grown small enough to fit within our Hearts.

Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments. It seems to hammer you into the ground. It drives you deeper and deeper into your own guilt. It makes the voices inside your head accuse you more viciously than any outside voices ever could.

Never joke with the press. Irony does not translate into newsprint.