A Person Isn't A Bird. You Can't

In Many Of My Books, I Explore The Ways In Which Grandparents Or Other Older Persons Are Shaped By The Young, And The Young Are Shaped By The Old, In An Evolving Dance.

I Love The Way That Each Book -- Any Book -- Is Its Own Journey. You Open It, And Off You Go. You Are Changed In Some Way, Large Or Small, By Having Traveled With Those Characters.

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.

You Can't Keep The Birds Of Sadness From Flying Over Your Head, But You Can Keep Them From Nesting In Your Hair.

Don't Judge A Man Until You Have Walked Two Moons In His Moccasins.