We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

When I think about writers who use fiction as social commentary and to raise social awareness but who are also very popular, I think of Dickens.

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.