But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

if a book is not good enough for a grownup, it is not good enough for a child.

I do not know everything; still many things I understand.

Schooling, instead of encouraging the asking of questions, too often discourages it.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

there are dozens and dozens of ways to be a family ... Family tends to happen.