The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

Tradionally, parents made decisions for a child, because presumably they are looking out for his or her best interests. But if they are blinded, instead, by the best interests of another one of their children, the system breaks down.

What if what you know isn’t what people want to hear?

I think once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!