She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.

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.

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

She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.

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

The big dramas that fascinate me are the quiet ones that happen behind closed doors in so-called ordinary families.

It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself.