I'm A Novelist, Not A Social Scientist

It's A Pretty Brutal Process, Having A Baby.

I Felt That I Could Swim For Miles, Out Into The Ocean: A Desire For Freedom, An Impulse To Move, Tugged At Me As Though It Were A Thread Fastened To My Chest. It Was An Impulse I Knew Well, And I Had Learned That It Was Not The Summons From A Larger World I Used To Believe It To Be. It Was Simply A Desire To Escape From What I Had.

What Other Grown-up Gets Told How To Do Their Job So Often As A Writer?

Feminism Remains Something That Needs To Be Explained To People.

What I Increasingly Felt, In Marriage And In Motherhood, Was That To Live As A Woman And To Live As A Feminist Were Two Different And Possibly Irreconcilable Things.