Life can change in an instant.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere.

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up

...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

I try really hard to ask people to take a look at their bookshelves. Are there female writers on it? Gay writers? Writers of color? There should be.

A lot of the moms of autistic kids I met are so consumed with being their child's advocate that there's no room for anything else - least of all themselves. It's why so many marriages end in divorce, when a child is diagnosed on the spectrum.