For the first few months, I was a comically inept parent. The first night home from the hospital, I held her bare body against my bare chest until a friend who was a doctor came by and asked what I was doing, and told me to put some clothes on that baby.
Our job as writers, as far as I can tell, is to attempt to express what seems inexpressible.
Change is one of the only constants in Buddhism; as meditation became the way I breathed in the days, this became apparent.
On a good day I write, all day.
That Dick Cheney is pro-torture surprises no one; he freely admits it.
I'd always imagined that one day I would be a father, but mostly it was off my radar. I admired friends who had somehow figured out how to cross that threshold.
The first book I could call mine, my first book, was a picture book, 'The Magic Monkey' - it was adapted from an old Chinese legend by a thirteen-year-old prodigy named Plato Chan with the help of his sister.