It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

I have my own sheep and I literally sheer the sheep and knot sweaters for friends and family from scratch.

Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.

Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

Food is the rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure.

Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history... Listen being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.

Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.