I learned that sometimes you must be your child's advocate and other times you must help them find their own way.

At its root, storytelling is about leaving a legacy. It is about not being forgotten.

I wish my mother had lived longer. I wish I knew more of her story. Marjorie died of breast cancer when I was a teenager, and that loss defined me for a long time. She had big brown eyes and chestnut hair. A real New York City girl, she had been a buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue and Bonwit Teller. Her fingers were long and her hands were soft when she turned her palm to check my forehead for a fever.