I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working

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

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?