Grief is as contagious as a yawn.
Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?
To many women mistake a man's hostility for wit and his silence for depth.
any mystery writer is both magician and moralist ... two species of artist in short supply.
I've never written about my husband, Steve, or any of my children because I know them all too well. I see them in all their complexities which makes them impossible to render on the printed page.
You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.