The first person besides my mother who believed in me was a man whose last name I never knew. He was my boss, the manager of Swenson's Ice Cream shop.

We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever.

The transparency men have enjoyed for generations, about their ability to frankly work while also reveling in fatherhood, is still complicated for women. Which is not to say that anyone can have everything.

The first person besides my mother who believed in me was a man whose last name I never knew. He was my boss, the manager of Swenson's Ice Cream shop.

Everybody in America grew up without a father even if they had one. It was the fifties. They were working.

Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.

He was a man too busy to flush toilets.