She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it.

How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?