A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.

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

Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose mother "worked" at anything besides raising her children.

It's not only children who grow. Parents do too.

The painter who feels obligated to depict his subjects as uniformly beautiful or handsome and without flaws will fall short of making art.

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.

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