I cannot even imagine college. I'm white-knuckling it just letting my son go to kindergarten for eight hours a day.

I spent a lot of time reading blogs by mothers who had children with varying degrees of neural dysfunction, from schizophrenia to all sorts of different issues. And honestly, I don't think it's different for anybody. There's no right way to make sure your child will be emotionally and mentally healthier. It's just frustrating.

The different tempos and yeah, it's cadence. It's the way she moves through space, it's gestures.

I was very studious and square in college.

We take a lot for granted as second wave feminists, what our mothers and aunts did for us.

My father instilled in me - of utmost importance and innate in me is the yearning to determine for myself - to define God, to define holiness for myself.

The more people know about you, the more face-time you get in the media, the harder your job becomes to create a character in whom people suspend disbelief.