We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives...not looking for flaws, but for potential.
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to a job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it.
Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference.
There's a trick to the Graceful Exit. It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, a relationship is over - and to let go. It means leaving what's over without denying its validity or its past importance in our lives.
It has begun to occur to me that life is a stage I'm going through.
We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.
The central struggle of parenthood is to let our hopes for our children outweigh our fears.
Maybe this year, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives not looking for flaws, but looking for potential.
This packrat has learned that what the next generation will value most is not what we owned, but the evidence of who we were and the tales of how we loved. In the end, it's the family stories that are worth the storage.
Taboos are falling across our culture like dominoes. What was unspeakable yesterday dominates talk shows today.
How come pleasure never makes it on to... a dutiful list of do's and don'ts? Doesn't joy also get soft and flabby if you neglect to exercise it?
Values are not trendy items that are casually traded in.
instant opinion is an oxymoron. You don't get real opinions in an instant. You get reactions.
When you live alone, you can be sure that the person who squeezed the toothpaste tube in the middle wasn't committing a hostile act.
Our 'mistakes' become our crucial parts, sometimes our best parts, of the lives we have made.
We want our children to fit in and to stand out. We rarely address the conflict between these goals.
We criticize mothers for closeness. We criticize fathers for distance. How many of us have expected less from our fathers and appreciated what they gave us more? How many of us always let them off the hook?
Forty is ... an age at which people have histories and options. At thirty, they had perhaps less history. At fifty, perhaps fewer options.
Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed.
The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.
Civility, it is said, means obeying the unenforceable.
People have been writing premature obituaries on the women's movement since its beginning.
women who once aspired to the image of superwoman now worry about becoming superdrudge. Those who wanted to have it all now ask whether they have to do it all.
Women have gained access to the institutions, but not enough power to overhaul them.
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