He is too young to have learned to hate himself yet, but that seed is already there; given time, it will grow, and bear bitter fruit.

When I'm in a blue mood, I head for the kitchen. I turn the pages of my favorite cookbooks, summoning the prospective joyful noise of a shared meal. I stand over a bubbling soup, close my eyes, and inhale. From the ground up, everything about nourishment steadies my soul.

I'm in love with the process of LEARNING".

How we are using up our home, how we are living and polluting the planet is frightening. It was evident when I was a child. It&#39;s more evident now.

Written By Maya Lin

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