A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

Soon enough it will be me struggling (valiantly?) to walk - lugging my stuff around. How are we all so brave as to take step after step? Day after day? How are we so optimistic, so careful not to trip and yet do trip, and then get up and say O.K. Why do I feel so sorry for everyone and so proud?

A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.