The Reluctant Midwife

Mother, I think. Mother is about love. It doesn’t mean the one who gives birth. It is the one who braids your hair

Death is the great leveler, and in the end, death takes us all, the weak . . . the strong . . . the angry and loving

Despite all science has to offer, fresh air and sunshine are still the best medicine

Life is a circle, renewing itself, one way or another

Being poor makes you more sympathetic to the poor

have lived under the presumption that there is great pain in this life and you must move carefully or you will get hurt, but I see today that sometimes pain brings great joy,

Sometimes you just have to take your wounded heart out, stitch it up, stuff it back in your chest, and go on. . . .”

We are all stronger than we think

I have always been humbled when I look up at the heavens. We think our problems are so big, but the universe is so much bigger and everyone on this planet has problems; it’s part of being alive

The kindness of strangers, my mother used to say, and it’s true, especially in hard times