I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.
Fish are divided from us by surfaces and silence.
However much we obfuscate or ignore it, we know that the factory farm is inhumane in the deepest sense of the word. And we know that there is something that matters in a deep way about the lives we cr...
But the future lay open, a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities with a small quick heartbeat, delicate and impatient
She took the posters downtown that afternoon. She filled a rolling suitcase with them ... she took a stapler. And a box of staples. And hope. I think of those things. The paper, the stapler, the stapl...
For how long could we fail until we surrendered?
Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.
Sam enjoyed knowledge. The accumulation and distribution of facts gave him a feeling of control, of utility, of the opposite of the powerlessness that comes with having a smallish, underdeveloped body...
I never confused what I had with what I was.
What about guns with sensors in the handles that could detect if you were angry, and if you were, they wouldn't fire, even if you were a police officer?What about skyscrapers made with moving parts, s...
Today, it isn't unusual for meat to travel almost halfway around the globe to reach your supermarket. The average distance our meat travels hovers arounf fifteen hundred miles.
She told him of ship voyages she had taken to places he had never heard of, and stories he knew were all untrue, were bad non-truths, even, but he nodded and tried to convince himself to be convinced,...
It's better to lose than to never have had.
Cartile sunt pentru aceia care nu au vieti adevarate.
Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, craving and identity.
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cr...
It felt as if an only life should be better than good enough, but how many efforts for more have ended with having nothing?
Thanksgiving is the holiday that encompasses all others. All of them, from Martin Luther King Day to Arbor Day to Christmas to Valentine's Day, are in one way or another about being thankful.
Songs are as sad as the listener.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectru...