To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it.

In the event of an oxygen shortage on airplanes, mothers of young children are always reminded to put on their own oxygen mask first, to better assist the children with theirs. The same tactic is necessary on terra firma. There's no way of sustaining our children if we don't first rescue ourselves. I don't call that selfish behavior. I call it love.

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

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.

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on.

Every child, woman, and man should possess license to speak or sing in his or her true voice.