When I look at my life and the lives of my female friends these days - with our dizzying number of opportunities and talents - I sometimes feel as though we are all mice in a giant experimental maze, scurrying around frantically, trying to find our way through.

He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.

We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we are afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

Being content with what you have already is an art form that leads to a peace that can’t be replaced by anything else.

A lovely evening of new idioms and fresh mozzarella.

Embrace the beautiful mess that you are.