Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.
The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.
In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
(on asparagus) Europeans of the Renaissance swore by it as an aphrodisiac, and the church banned it from nunneries.
I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.