My mother was a fastidious and orderly homemaker. I was the messy but creative type. I picture her following behind me through… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
Characters develop as the book progresses, but any that start to bore me end up in the wastepaper basket. In real life,… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors - well, OK, a few slammed doors - and no suitcase in… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I think my mother was baffled by me. We were polar opposites. She was shy and retiring. I was over-fond of the… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
The word 'carer' makes me think of someone with a nylon overall and a long list of 'clients' to wash before she… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I know my parents loved me - they certainly did everything they could for me - but displays of affection were kept… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I'm thankful my parents obliged me to live with the unvarnished truth: I might not have been a looker, but I was… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
My parents never told me I was beautiful, and for one very good reason. I wasn't. When your child is a tubby,… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I speak pretty fluent American, though I do so with a strong British accent, and I love America: The scale and the… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I love working fictional characters into a piece of history. It plays to my strengths, which are characterization and dialogue, and assists… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I've always jealously guarded my feminine mystique. I've been married twice, and neither of my husbands has ever seen me put my… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
It was the Victorians who covered the piano legs and drew a heavy curtain over what a lady got up to in her boudoir. — Laurie Graham Copy Share
In grief, after even the happiest of relationships, we go over things again and again. — Laurie Graham Copy Share
Childhood doesn't have to be perfect, and children don't have to be beautiful. From a bit of grit may grow a pearl, and if… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
Characters develop as the book progresses, but any that start to bore me end up in the wastepaper basket. In real life, we may… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
As well as writing novels and doing short-order journalism, I am also the full-time carer of my husband, who has Alzheimer's. Each day feels… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
The thing about praising beauty is that good looks are an unforgiving task- master, a Forth Bridge of a maintenance job. The passing years… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
I'm married to an American, so I guess that has changed my perspective on the subjects I can write about. — Laurie Graham Copy Share
Personally, my interest in social history ends around 1959, by which time I was an adolescent. I've always attributed this to my particular sensibilities.… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
My go-to author for knowing it all is Evelyn Waugh. 'A Handful of Dust' is as perfect as a book can get. — Laurie Graham Copy Share
I'd like to see my grandchildren climb trees, not stand under them. I'd like to see them learn to make bread and brown it… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
My parents never told me I was beautiful, and for one very good reason. I wasn't. When your child is a tubby, bespectacled little… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
None of us wants to be reminded that dementia is random, relentless, and frighteningly common. — Laurie Graham Copy Share
Even professional, paid carers aren't always models of saintly behaviour - and they know they can knock off at the end of their shift… — Laurie Graham Copy Share
Not so very long ago, certainly well into the Thirties, a lady companion was a normal feature of life for widows or lone spinsters. — Laurie Graham Copy Share
