Many women my age have known the experience of giving up crucial parts of themselves to please the man they love.

If I told you about all the stories I don't tell, I would be violating the very boundaries I set for myself.

For a parent, it's hard to recognize the significance of your work when you're immersed in the mundane details. Few of us, as we run the bath water or spread the peanut butter on the bread, proclaim proudly, "I'm making my contribution to the future of the planet." But with the exception of global hunger, few jobs in the world of paychecks and promotions compare in significance to the job of parent.

One of the sad realities of being a parent is that the same stuff you know is exciting, educational, and enriching in your child'slife is often messy, smelly and exhausting to deal with.

Imagine if you succeeded in making the world perfect for your children what a shock the rest of life would be for them.

Long after Salinger sent me away, I continued to believe his standards and expectations were the best ones.

In the event of an oxygen shortage on airplanes, mothers of young children are always reminded to put on their own oxygen mask first, to better assist the children with theirs. The same tactic is necessary on terra firma. There's no way of sustaining our children if we don't first rescue ourselves. I don't call that selfish behavior. I call it love.