The Real Killer Was When You Married

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.

People Forget Years And Remember Moments.

I Like A Lot Of Margaret Atwood, I Like Much Of Alice Munro. Again, If You Were To Ask Me About Male Writers, There's Often A Novel I Admire, But Not All Of Their Works.

The Real Killer Was When You Married The Wrong Person But Had The Right Children.

I Think I Write About Things That Are Mysterious To Me.