I woke up full of hate and fear the day before the most recent peace march in San Francisco. This was disappointing: I'd hoped to wake up feeling somewhere between Virginia Woolf and Wavy Gravy.

It's intrusive for grandparents to think they're in charge. It's manipulative. Also, it's self-destructive, since if the parents have to resist you, you won't get your mitts on the kid as often.

I went to church with my grandparents sometimes and I loved it.

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.

Being a parent is absolutely exhausting and draining, along with all the joy and love.

If your wife locks you out of the house, you don't have a problem with your door.

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.