It is hard to hold on to friendships when people move away to another state or to another world.

How deep is our desire to do better than our mothers--to bring daughters into adulthood strong and fierce yet loving and gentle, adventurous and competitive but still nurturing and friendly, sweet yet sharp. We know as working women that we can't quite have it all, but that hasn't stopped us from wanting it all for them.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

I really consider myself a writer, and a writer who is sometimes a social critic. I'm not an ideologue, I don't join a party. I follow along and take notes. Sometimes I throw in my two cents.

People always think their world is coming to an end if they're exposed, and of course it isn't coming to an end; it goes right on exactly the way it always was.

I've told the same story twelve different ways, but I think that's just part of what writers do. Once may not be enough.

Reader, you forget that economics precedes religion; worship grew out of eating, not the other way around.