The Silence Was Part Of

The Big Dramas That Fascinate Me Are The Quiet Ones That Happen Behind Closed Doors In So-called Ordinary Families.

I Have No Doubt That Over The Years My Children Will Find Plenty Of Things About Me To Criticize. But Something Tells Me That Twenty Years From Now Not One Of Them Will Sit On Some Therapist's Couch Complaining Because Their Mother Didn't Spend Enough Time Vacuuming Up Glitter.

At Home In The World Is The Story Of A Young Woman, Raised In Some Difficult Circumstances, And How She Survives. It Tells A Story Of Redemption, Not Victimhood.

Some Literary Types Subscribe To The Notion That Being A Writer Like Salinger Entitles A Person To Remain Free Of The Standards That Might Apply To Mere Mortals.

I'd Known Enough Flush Times And Lean Ones To Understand That Money Came And Went. And That One Day I'd Also Lose My Looks, My Seemingly Boundless Energy And Maybe The Ability To Catch The Eye Of An Attractive Man And The Audacity To Rollerblade. My Name Would Be Forgotten. So Would Bad Reviews, And Good Ones. But Loving A Child Is Something That Lasts. Long After All The Rest Is Gone, That's What Endures.