We learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.
Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.
My grandmother had six kids - one died as an infant - and she was dirt-poor, and all her kids got an education. And my mom grew up poor. And they both worked so hard and cultivated so much of their own happiness. I wanted to have that like an amulet. Not like armor, but like a magic feather. Like Du

