Our society has very much limited our choices, even regarding the food we think acceptable.

My mirror image always had to be interpreted. And for that I sought my reflection in someone else's eyes.

The world is abundant with food for us, and with everything we need, if only we just open our eyes. There's so much food that gets thrown out or never harvested.

For two years I watched my parents' lives wind to a close. This made me aware of old age as a one stage, the final one, of a long journey.

There is a lot of gender segregation. You still have many poor women who work in women-only jobs. In the family, in most cases, only women have the double job of working outside the home and taking care of the family.

One important part of historical recording is to get people of another generation to understand the feelings, the passion that went into social transformation. That's why oral history is so valuable.

For many decades my relations with my parents constituted unfinished business. I had dealt with them through sheer avoidance and guilt.