Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious.

Perfectionism means that you try not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived.

You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.

The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.

I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don't feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

All I know is that after 10 years of being sober, with huge support to express my pain and anger and shadow, the grief and tears didn’t wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet. They brought me home, to me, to the truth of me.