Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

Sometimes the only way to fix a mistake- is to make it twice.

No matter what losses happen in a given season, the Red Sox always have next year.

I'm about to start something new. I'm waiting to be whelmed. The whelming as you start something new is quite something.

It's not that I bounce ideas off of my children as much as it is that having children has had a profound effect on the way I see the world. They have mined my soul. They've made me a better person and therefore a more empathetic writer.

Sometimes when reading aloud to my husband, I'll start crying. It completely stuns me. As if the words in my body and on the page - in relation to each other - are cocooned against my own feelings about what I'm writing until they're loosed in the air and become their own. Then I realize what I may or may not have done.

Our love is our burden.