I feel like I give myself all day long to other people and other things, and I still seem like I have something to write once in awhile. Not often, though.

The whole process of getting a book published is just part of the process. The last of the process that I enjo

Our lives are short and everything sort of regresses to the mean.

Everyone always says that having kids is messy and sloppy. It's true, but you as a parent have to try to bring some boundaries and control over that experience, or you'd have out-of-control kids.

I do think that given my background as a poet, and also I work in a different field, you're sort of neither here nor there.

Sometimes people ask me to do stuff in New York, like "Can you read at this thing?" And I say, "Nooo, I can't just get on a plane with these two screaming children - I can't just get rid of them on such short notice and take vacation and fly over to New York."

I just didn't want any order in anything. I have to leave an ordered life for them - the kids - and my job. I have to be at my desk at a certain time, and I have to answer e-mails within a certain time period.