Greasy food is so comforting when you are hungover.

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003

I remember staring at my son endlessly when he was an infant, stunned by his very existence, wondering where on earth he had come from.

Being a parent is absolutely exhausting and draining, along with all the joy and love.

I'm here to be me, which is taking a great deal longer than I had hoped.

Writing is how I communicate my deepest beliefs, and what I hope are helpful observations about our dual citizenship, as children of God, as regular old mixed-up, worried, flawed, precious human beings.

I'd like to learn to meditate with more enthusiasm. I can sit down and get quiet for 20 minutes, but it just has not been a part of my Christianity at all.