Maybe I needed to make like a potato, winnow myself down, be part of something that was not easy, just simple.

Metz's Perfection chronicles with lapidary precision one woman's climb back to happiness after not just a spouse's death, but also the shocking recognition that her life before that death was not what she had thought it was. The journey is a painful one, but Ms. Metz is much the stronger for having survived to recount it.

The nice thing about having a friend who is crazier than you are is that she bolsters your belief in your own sanity.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

Doors are going to open-doors you can't even imagine exist.

The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes