My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

But grace can be the experience of a second wind, when even though what you want is clarity and resolution, what you get is stamina and poignancy and the strength to hang on.

Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner's manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.

For me, Jesus is my cleft in the rock. He is my safest friend, my safe totally loving accepting big brother.

I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good at it.

My friend Terry says that when you need to make a decision, in your work or otherwise, and you don’t know what to do, just do one thing or the other, because the worst that can happen is that you will have made a terrible mistake.

Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.