In exchange for his first taste of powdered milk, Pascal showed me a tree we could climb to find a bird's nest. After we handled and examined the pink-skinned baby birds, he popped one of them into his mouth like a jujube. It seemed to please him a lot. He offered a baby bird to me, pantomiming that I should eat it. I understood perfectly well what he meant, but I refused. He did not seem disappointed to have to eat the whole brood himself.

...whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.

Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.

I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the discipline is to quit.

The things I carry closest to my heart are things I can't own.

The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.

The most assiduous task of parenting is to divine the difference between boundaries and bondage.