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.

The silence was part of the story I wanted to tell.

No, I said. I didn't remember that. There was so much to remember, sometimes the best thing was to forget.

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

The word NO, carries a lot more meaning when spoken by a parent who also knows how to say yes.

There is a theme that runs through my work, and that is: the toxic property of keeping secrets.

I compromised my ability to tell my story, at the most basic level.