There May Be Certain Genres

He [ma's Tooth] Was Part Of Her A Minute Ago But Now He's Not. Just A Thing.

My Mother Was Wonderfully Out About Her Dementia. She Would Sort Of - She Would Say To Me, I Came Out To The Window Cleaner About Having Dementia. You Know, I Love The Way That Verb For Coming Out Of The Closet Has Now Become So Socially Useful For All Sorts Of Situations, Like When You Need To Explain To The Window Cleaner That You Don't Know If You Paid Him Or Not.

Before I Had Kids, I Thought You Should Never Lie To A Kid. But Now I've Had Them, I Realize You Almost Lie To Them By Definition, Because If You're Trying To Summarize Something For Your 1-year-old, You Put It In Very Simple Terms. You Only Gradually Complicate The Explanation As They Get Older.

I Think It Would Be A Shame For Any Writer To Let Their Publishers In Any Way Corral Them Into A Single Genre.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.