She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

My thoughts about God are vague and abstract. My connection with the energy of the universe is shaky.

While she lay there with these old worn thoughts coming obediently into her mind, called there by habit and the familiar quiet of early morning, she was aware that at the back of her mind there was another thought that was not at all stale, but so fresh that it was nearly a feeling, with all a feeling's delicious power to kill thought.

Most women experience issues of power and sexuality, but very few women talk about it. There's the threat of the loss of approval.

My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans.

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.