I had known there had been a serial killer on Mount Tamalpais, and it felt so incongruous in such a beautiful, peaceful spot.

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

A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.

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

Those who rhapsodize about the ease and joy of childhood have perhaps forgotten what it's like to be 12 years old.

My job is writing. I get paid to do it. When was the last time you heard someone challenge a doctor for making money off of cancer?

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.