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.

We revisit those places where we experienced love, as pilgrims return to holy places, to be reminded, restored, and reaffirmed by them.

one of my earliest joys as a parent lay in knowing that at the end of the day I had once again ushered three babies back to their beds, against the odds, unscathed and peaceful. Happiness was a houseful of safe, inert bodies. Actually, it still is.

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.

An enlightened person raises the level of the consciousness of the entire community.

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

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