In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.

At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.

The hallmark of my books is the relationships that define women's lives.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without broken hearts along the way.

Honestly, I believe that the mother-daughter relationship is magical, complex, potentially dangerous, profoundly powerful, and deeply transformative. To put it simply, all of us have this relationship, and in a very real way, "none of us comes out alive." We are all formed first as daughters and then tested as mothers. There's nothing like motherhood to make us reassess how we were as daughters.