It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?

Stories about food are stories about us-our history and our values.

A few days after we came home from the hospital, I sent a letter to a friend, including a photo of my son and some first impressions of fatherhood. He responded, simply, 'Everything is possible again.' It was the perfect thing to write, because that was exactly how it felt. We could retell our stories and make them better, more representative or aspirational. Or we could choose to tell different stories. The world itself had another chance.

Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.

Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.

Something having been done just about everywhere just about always is no kind of justification for doing it now.

If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.