Who wants to be a goddess when we can be human? Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.

The heart is the path to wisdom because it dares to be vulnerable in the presence of power

The climate change movement is a river overflowing seeping into every nook and cranny.

What I fear and desire most in this world is passion. I fear it because it promises to be spontaneous, out of my control, unnamed, beyond my reasonable self. I desire it because passion has color, like the landscape before me. It is not pale. It is not neutral. It reveals the backside of the heart.

If we fail in this country, it is because we are too timid. If we lose our way in America, it is because we are too complacent. We must become conscious to the real threats before us and act creatively, imaginatively, now. We can no longer look to leadership beyond ourselves.

Our correspondences have wings - paper birds that fly from my house to yours - flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country. Once opened, a connection is made. We are not alone in the world.

I believe every woman should own at least one pair of red shoes.