My Job Is Writing. I Get Paid

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.

It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents Do Too.

I Was Giving A Speech One Time, And The Woman Who Introduced Me Said, 'well, She Used To Be J. D. Salinger's Girlfriend. I Thought, 'god, Is That All I've Been?' I Didn't Want To Be Reduced To That.

As For Me, I've Chosen To Follow A Simple Course: Come Clean. And Wherever Possible, Live Your Life In A Way That Won't Leave You Tempted To Lie. Failing That, I'd Rather Be Disliked For Who I Truly Am Than Loved For Who I Am Not. So, I Tell My Story. I Write It Down. I Even Publish It. Sometimes This Is A Humbling Experience. Sometimes It's Embarrassing. But I Haul Around No Terrible Secrets.

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.