Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life

by Lulu Miller

But the light that snapped on in her eye, the smile that unfurled across her face, made me realize she could handle the joke, was hungry for the joke, for being seen as a person who can handle a joke.

“Happiness comes from doing, helping, working, loving, fighting, conquering,”

I walked to work every day. One day I got mugged. One day I turned thirty. I knew almost nobody in the city. I felt like an impostor at NPR. I felt that people could see the truth, that I was a ditz, a klutz, an underqualified journalist, a slut, a cheater, a bad guy.