We eat as sons and daughters, as families, as communities, as generations, as nations, and increasingly as a globe. We can't stop our eating from radiating influence even if we want to.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that trees inhale when people exhale, because I was too young to understand the truth about biological processes.

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.

They learned to hate her unknowability, her untouchability, the collage of her.