I used to consider myself to be a cineophile, and then I had a daughter. Ha! Now I barely see any movies.

We have today and hopefully tomorrow to be the best version of ourselves.

My father deprived me of any truths about himself. He died without ever letting me know who he truly was. I only knew his facades, basically. And it breaks my heart that he never trusted me enough to tell me the truth.

I never wanted/expected to write a memoir, but this life thing, it has a way of sideswiping our worlds, scaring us so thoroughly that our past lenses of contextualizing events don't work - they cease to matter.

It's important to write like your readers are brilliant.

No matter what we've done, no matter the disappointments and sullied blunders, today is the opportunity to do right by ourselves.

I always feel that as the author, once I know what a character is ashamed of, then I can go about making her truthful on the page.