Viktor Frankl's timeless formula for survival. One of the classic psychiatric texts of our time, Man's Search for Meaning is a meditation on the irreducible gift of one's own counsel in the face of great suffering, as well as a reminder of the responsibility each of us owes in valuing the community of our humanity. There are few wiser, kinder, or more comforting challenges than Frankl's.

I have no fresh-from-the-oven mother-daughter recollections - only the daily creaking of cans being opened and the sucking sound of gelatinous vegetables splurting from their tin-encased vacuums. Her kitchen was filled with smoke and impatience. ... And so I grew up finding my own path, frying what could not be boiled, winging my way through life without recipes.

Hilary Clinton's great sin was that she left the nicely wallpapered domestic sphere with a slam of the door, took up public life on her own, leaving big feminist footprints all over the place, and without so much as an apology.

the very notion of blindness about color constitutes an ideological confusion at best, and denial at its very worst.

We humans have always needed rituals to draw like curtains over the chasms of the unknown. Without them we go mad, I think.

witch-hunting misogyny is fiercely recurrent in this nation, even if its forms vary with the ages.

to speak as black, female, and commercial lawyer has rendered me simultaneously universal, trendy, and marginal.