When people ask what I write about, that's what I tell them: 'The drama of human relationships.' I'm not even close to running out of material.

I believed my story would be helpful to young women my daughter's age, who are still in the process of forming themselves as women, and in need of encouragement to remain true to themselves.

Nothing like being visible, publishing one's work, and speaking openly about one's life, to disabuse the world of the illusion of one's perfection and purity.

Every child, woman, and man should possess license to speak or sing in his or her true voice.

For 25 years, I did take my responsibilities as a pleaser of others sufficiently seriously.

I have long observed that the act of writing is viewed, by some, as an elite and otherworldly act, all the more so if a person isn't paid for what she writes.

Before I had children I always wondered whether their births would be, for me, like the ultimate in gym class failures. And I discovered instead... that I'd finally found my sport.