What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

The same things that make you unique in this world, make you a target for the archers consumed by fear and jealousy.

You are so much more than you are willing to accept, child.

No matter what people are struggling with, or based on whatever. Sexuality, ethnicity, economic status, size. I don't wish smallness for anyone. It's a terrible place to live.

Reality, unlike perception, cannot be changed by propaganda.

The mother is the child's supreme parent.

You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth--it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.

If I like somebody else's tribe I'm going to promote the hell out of it. The whole thing is a democracy, and if somebody's more popular then good luck to them.

Without a strategy, an organization is like a ship without a rudder, going around in circles. It's like a tramp; it has no place to go.