You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

I feel I'm able to get rid of any demons lurking in my psyche through my writing, which leaves me free to create all of this and to enjoy our family life, stepping away from all the fictional traumas and the dramas. If I write about family in crisis, then I won't have to live through it, I guess.