I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.

I could tell that Mom was dreaming, but I didn't want to know what she was dreaming about, because I had enough of my own nightmares, and if she had been dreaming something happy, I would have been angry at her for dreaming something happy.

Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

Technology celebrates connectedness, but encourages retreat.

Farmers since the beginning of time have been feeding the world very successfully without systematically abusing animals or destroying the environment. But we're breeding food that is less safe for us, it tastes much worse than it ever has in history, and it's wreaking havoc on the environment in a way that it never did in history before. All in the interest of it being cheap.