In a way, my childhood was one long bunch of pages... I read and read and read.

Life is made up of circles ... Life is not a straight line ... And sometimes we circle back to a past time. But we are not the same. We are changed forever.

Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough.

You should know that there are some things for which there are no answers, no matter how beautiful the words may be.

All the world can be found in poetry. All you need to see and hear. All the moments, good and bad, joyous and sad.

I never work from an outline, and often I dont know how the story will end.

Im working on a bunch of things with my daughter Emily. In some ways, shes a smarter and better editor than I am.