She had been ready to love this man from the moment she first saw him. In all these years, that had never changed. They'd hurt each other, let each other down, and yet, here they were after everything, together. She needed him now, needed him to remind her that she was live, that she wasn't alone, that she hadn't lost everything.

I can be a little OCD when it comes to my writing.

She used to tell me that she couldn't feel the sunlight anymore, not even when she was standing in it, not even when it was hot on her cheeks

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

We women. as glue for the family. lead lives that are important and conflicted. What we women choose to give up for our families is important and valid.

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

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