He was a man too busy to flush toilets.

Once upon a time, my mother lived in the posh downtown of Homs, Syria. She described my grandfather as a king in a storybook, atop a horse, wearing a didashah and pointing a long arm.

The first person besides my mother who believed in me was a man whose last name I never knew. He was my boss, the manager of Swenson's Ice Cream shop.

We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever.

The transparency men have enjoyed for generations, about their ability to frankly work while also reveling in fatherhood, is still complicated for women. Which is not to say that anyone can have everything.

Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.

So many things that seemed crucial and excruciatingly hard ended and then didn't matter anymore, forever after