Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

A party is a slightly artificial event where one learns the rudiments of human behavior at its most admirable: speaking when spoken to, looking somebody in the eye, shaking hands and being friendly under duress.

To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.

there is probably no such thing as an innocent question, at least not when a parent is doing the asking.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.