I'm holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something - that may not be very clear to me right now - but that I will do.
The real drug, I came to believe, was love.
Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.
The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.
I believe every one of us possesses a fundamental right to tell our own story.
Imagine if you succeeded in making the world perfect for your children what a shock the rest of life would be for them.
I have long observed that the act of writing is viewed, by some, as an elite and otherworldly act, all the more so if a person isn't paid for what she writes.
Acting is pretty much my whole life.
When satan wants you to cry and you laugh, you defeat him
My earliest memories of my father are of seeing him work at his desk and realizing that he was happy. I did not know it then, but that was one of the most precious gifts a father can give his child.
The early bird gets the worm. The early worm. . . gets eaten.