...since you can't heal your own sick mind with your own sick mind, I needed to consult somebody else's sick mind.

I just try to love and serve everyone, and bring everyone water, and lend an ear; that's what Jesus said to do.

No one can appropriate God, goodness, the Bible or Jesus. It just seems that way.

I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

The women's movement burst forth when I was fifteen. That was when I began to believe that life might semi-work out after all. The cavalry had arrived. Women were starting to say that you got to tell the truth now, that you had to tell the truth if you were going to heal and have an authentic life.

Listen to your broccoli and it will tell you how to eat it.