Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed.

People have been writing premature obituaries on the women's movement since its beginning.

You can believe in women's rights without believing that every woman is right.

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.

What he labels sexual, she labels harassment.

Women have gained access to the institutions, but not enough power to overhaul them.

In journalism, there has always been a tension between getting it first and getting it right.

We owned what we learned back there; the experience and the growth are grafted into our lives.

Today, much of journalism and politics are in a kind of collusion to oversimplify and personalize issues. No room for ambivalence. Plenty of room for the personal attack.

Civility, it is said, means obeying the unenforceable.

The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.

We want our children to fit in and to stand out. We rarely address the conflict between these goals.

instant opinion is an oxymoron. You don't get real opinions in an instant. You get reactions.

Our 'mistakes' become our crucial parts, sometimes our best parts, of the lives we have made.

Maybe this year, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives not looking for flaws, but looking for potential.

The central struggle of parenthood is to let our hopes for our children outweigh our fears.

Ultimately, time is all you have and the idea isn't to save it, but to savour it.

The lid is made of stone, and it looks like there is a mechanism to open it.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.