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??

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied. Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.

Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.

How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

Me, I was already jaded and tarnished, skeptical that a fantasy world could keep reality at bay.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.