My inbox [showed me] how much pain there is in the world. I appreciated hearing from people, but it was hard to know I couldn't do anything.

The biggest problem is that people want to tell the whole story, and they write letters that are way longer than anything I could possibly run.

You can't get a guarantee from everyone who appears in personal photographs that they will forever remain warm presences in one's life or sweet memories.

I can't imagine anything that would signal more clearly that life goes on and joy can follow tragedy than your having a much wanted child.

Each week I am forced to revise my original opinion that Facebook is a great innovation for keeping people in touch, to believing that it is merely a canvas for members to act out strange, unresolved conflicts and desires.

It is a mystery why people think they need to act as their friends' dietitian, nonetheless it's common.

Sometimes people back themselves into corners where they think they have to make kind of an engraved-in-stone decision.