All I ever wanted since I arrived here on Earth were the things that turned out to be within reach. The same things I needed as a baby - to go from cold to warm, lonely to held, the vessel to the giver, empty to full. You can change the world with a hot bath, if you sink into it from a place of knowing that you are worth profound care, even when you're dirty and rattled. Who knew?

I've seen prayers answered. But often, in my experiences, if you get what you pray for, you've really shortchanged yourself.

This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period.

This is the most profound spiritual truth I know: that even when we're most sure that love can't conquer all, it seems to anyway. It goes down into the rat hole with us, in the guise of our friends, and there it swells and comforts. It gives us second winds, third winds, hundredth winds.

My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.

Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.

I think Jesus is divine love manifest on Earth, as it comes through the community of Christians.