Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.
I get so lonely sometimes, I could put a box on my head and mail myself to a stranger.
As a memoirist, I strive for veracity.
There are women succeeding beyond their wildest dreams because of their sobriety.
Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.
I tell people not to write too soon about their lives. Writing about yourself too young is loaded with psychological complexities.