...this time I didn't launch into my usual tirade. Was it a memory of Krishna, the cool silence with which he countered disagreement, that stopped me? I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.

Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.