Recently a young mother asked for advice. What, she wanted to know, was she to do with a 7-year-old who was obstreperous,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
When an actress takes off her clothes onscreen but a nursing mother is told to leave, what message do we send about… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think what saved me, as a writer, is that there are really two breaking points in my life. One was when… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
When I quit The New York Times to be a fulltime mother, the voices of the world said I was nuts....But if… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“As I looked at [my future husband] I realized that, while I would never be my mother nor have her life, the… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I like to say that my mother had a very ordinary life. From the outside it didn't look like there was anything… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
If I get the forty additional years statisticians say are likely coming to me, I could fit in at least one, maybe… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The reason child care is such a loaded issue is that when we talk about it, we are always tacitly talking about… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Figuring out who you are is the whole point of the human experience. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
What had I expected of the first child? Everything. Rocket scientist. Neurosurgeon. Designated hitter. We talked wisely at cocktail parties about the… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I'm boggled by the idea of being an only child. I know nothing at all (I'm happy to say) about having had… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Having children can smooth the relationship, too. Mother and daughter are now equals. That is hard to imagine, even harder to accept,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Here is the real domino theory - gay man to gay man, bisexual man to straight woman, addict mother to newborn baby,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
People ask me all the time if I'm from a family of writers. The literal short answer is no, but my father… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The women of my mother's generation had, in the main, only one decision to make about their lives: who they would marry.… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think the gift of my mother's death, if anything so terrible can be said to have an upside to it, is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I realized that, while I would never be my mother nor have her life, the lesson she had left me was that… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think a lot of people, but particularly a lot of women, get to this stage when I'd say they're over 50.… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
[After my mother died, I had a feeling that was] not unlike the homesickness that always filled me for the first few… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
I think books in which people are really happy and things are going well are probably the most challenging novels there are to write,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Trying to be perfect may be inevitable for people who are smart and ambitious and interested in the world and its good opinion...What is… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
knowledge of our own mortality is the greatest gift God ever gives us. — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
You teach your 16-year-old with your heart in your mouth to be a good driver and none of that makes any difference when some… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Every reader, I suspect, has a book like this somewhere in his or her past, a book that seemed to hold within it, at… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“I’ve finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality-delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“In England I am always madam; I arrived too late to ever be a miss. In New York I have only been madamed once,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“Yet there was always in me, even when I was very small, the sense that I ought to be somewhere else. And wander I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image