I thought: this is how life is, ridiculous beyond comprehension.

Everything truly important is washable.

The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.

Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.

Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.

Arterial-plaque specials that save minutes now can cost years, later on.

If it's important, your heart remembers.