Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.

Just one look and then I knew that all I longed for long ago was you

I made cranberry sauce, and when it was done put it into a dark blue bowl for the beautiful contrast. I was thinking, doing this, about the old ways of gratitude: Indians thanking the deer they'd slain, grace before supper, kneeling before bed. I was thinking that gratitude is too much absent in our lives now, and we need it back, even if it only takes the form of acknowledging the blue of a bowl against the red of cranberries.

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.

I don't think men try to make women be like them, but I think women try to make men be like them, a lot.

Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.

If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.