Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild.

I think we fall in love and become adults and become citizens in a way by writing stories about ourselves.

Nobody sounds good writing about your divorce, let's face it.

If you lie to your husband - even about something so banal as how much you drink - each lie is a brick in a wall going up between you, and when he tells you he loves you, it's deflected away.

It turned out to be impossible for me to 'run away' in the sense other American teenagers did. Any movement at all was taken for progress in my family.

I get about five memoirs per week in my mailbox, and few of them inspire anything but a desire to pick up the channel changer.

There are women succeeding beyond their wildest dreams because of their sobriety.