At Home in the World is the story of a young woman, raised in some difficult circumstances, and how she survives. It tells a story of redemption, not victimhood.

The real drug, I came to believe, was love.

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

For 25 years, I did take my responsibilities as a pleaser of others sufficiently seriously.

Before I had children I always wondered whether their births would be, for me, like the ultimate in gym class failures. And I discovered instead... that I'd finally found my sport.

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

I have no doubt that over the years my children will find plenty of things about me to criticize. But something tells me that twenty years from now not one of them will sit on some therapist's couch complaining because their mother didn't spend enough time vacuuming up glitter.