I vividly remember the moments when I've had the idea to write each one of my books. I can tell you exactly where I was, whom I was with, the quality of the light, how I got the idea.
For this book, I was unloading the dishwasher on a Sunday afternoon. My husband was watching golf in the next room; my daughters were playing Restaurant.
Suddenly, I was hit by an intense wave of homesickness. I felt the way I did when I went to summer camp for the first time. Homesick-but why? I was standing in my own kitchen! I was homesick, I realized, for here and now-a kind of prospective nostalgia for this time of life.
That emotion was so puzzling, and so strong, that I began to think seriously, for the first time, about the idea of "home" and its relationship to happiness. Before long, I'd vowed to do anotherRead More »from I’m Very Happy. Today My Book Hits the Shelves, and It’s My Anniversary