Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us.

Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us.

My theory is this: Women falter when they're called on to be highly self-conscious about their talents. Not when they're called on to enact them.

Many Americans don't mourn in public anymore - we don't wear black, we don't beat our chests and wail.

Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it's less like stages and more like different states of feeling.

Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss.