Maybe someday it will seem quaint that, during a time of plague, some of the parents of the 1990s wanted to deny their children protection so that they could safeguard their own self- image. Or maybe we'll just seem like a bunch of lunatics.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

People always blame the girl; she should have said no. A monosyllable, but conventional wisdom has always been that boys can't manage it.

Maybe I had three children in the first place so I wouldn't ever have to play board games. In my religion, martyrs die.

When I'm falling, my girlfriends are my soft landing.

I got a fortune cookie that said, "To remember is to understand." I have never forgotten it. A good judge remembers what it was like to be a lawyer. A good editor remembers being a writer. A good parent remembers what it was like to be a child.

It is so easy to exist instead of live.