My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.

I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.

The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.

One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked.

Wherever you walk, I go with you. Selah.

There's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.

The Bible - it's sort of the other person in the room. There's this book, the reader, and the Bible.