For a parent, it's hard to recognize the significance of your work when you're immersed in the mundane details. Few of us, as we run the bath water or spread the peanut butter on the bread, proclaim proudly, "I'm making my contribution to the future of the planet." But with the exception of global hunger, few jobs in the world of paychecks and promotions compare in significance to the job of parent.
When people ask what I write about, that's what I tell them: 'The drama of human relationships.' I'm not even close to running out of material.
There is a theme that runs through my work, and that is: the toxic property of keeping secrets.
