Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.