I grew up in this era where your parents' friends were all called aunt and uncle. And then I had an aunt and an aunt. We saw them on holidays and other times. We never talked about it, but I just understood that they were a couple.

It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.

America had taken my father from me. And over most of the years of his illness, I gradually started feeling this support system from this country who-people grieving along with us.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.

There is a point in the grieving process when you can run away from memories or walk straight toward them.

I think we can work through a lot of political and international problems, but what really frightens me is what's happening environmentally.

I had this odd sibling rivalry with America.