The question I hate the most is "How did you DO it - write novels and raise your children simultaneously!" I mean, do MALE authors get asked that??

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

I closed my eyes and curled my fists around the things I knew for sure: That a scallop has thirty-five eyes, all blue. That a tuna will suffocate if it ever stops swimming. That I was loved. That this time, it was not me who broke

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.