Mama!' Rosie tugged on my shirt. 'This broccoli is tasty and wonderful'.

There are times not to flirt. When you're sick. When you're with children. When you're on the witness stand.

There then occurred the first and only paranormal incident of my marriage. Charlie shifted in his sleep, opened his eyes, looked at me and, without preamble, said, “You have to forgive yourself for killing that boy.” . . . “For your own sake but for mine, too,” he was saying, and his voice was hoarse from sleep yet also certain and insistent. “If you don’t forgive yourself, you’re making that accident too important, you’re making him too important.” Charlie paused. “And I want to be the love of your life.

People recognized you or they didn’t, and it was unrelated to knowing you. Knowing you could just be your name or the street you lived on, your father’s job. Recognizing you was understanding you had thoughts in your head, finding the same things funny or excruciating, remembering what you’d said months or even years after you’d said

I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.

When I was writing my first two books I was also freelancing and teaching and doing other odd jobs.