That's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There would be no gates at all.

Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

Mothers always find ways to fit in the work - but then when you're working, you feel that you should be spending time with your children and then when you're with your children, you're thinking about working.

We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.