If you put a pink cover on something, critics make a certain set of assumptions and may not even read the book. But my readers are happy with it.

I was lucky to receive help at the beginning of my career and now I want to help other writers as much as I can.

She thought of what it would be like to grow up without the one certainty that every baby deseved - when I'm hurt or cold or scared, someone will come and care for me - and how that absence could warp you so that you'd lash out at the people you loved, driving them away when all you wanted to do was pull them closer.

The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.

Well, you can’t control what they do, but you can control how you respond to it…whether you allow it to drive you crazy, or occupy all of your thoughts, or whether you note what they’re doing, consider it, and make a conscious decision as to how much you’ll let it affect you

I think it has as much to do with honoring my own voice as it does with feeling a responsibility to my readers or my daughters.

There are a lot of women like me in the world, and we rarely get to see ourselves.