People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.

I have always written about subjects that engage me - questions I can't answer myself. They apparently tend to be big moral and ethical issues!

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.

We dont have to accept each others beliefs..but we do have to accept each others right to believe them.

There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future.

I have a sister, so I know-that relationship, it's all about fairness: you want your sibling to have exactly what you have-the same amount of toys, the same number of meatballs on your spaghetti, the same share of love. But being a mother is completely different. You want your child to have more than you ever did. You want to build a fire underneath her and watch her soar. It's bigger than words.