...one of the worst things about being a parent, for me, is the self-discovery, the being face to face with one's secret insanity and brokenness and rage.

I feel incredibly successful. I make a living as a writer and am able to help support a big family, my church, my bleeding-heart causes.

I honestly think that in order to be a writer you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing? Why are you here?

I used to think that paired opposites were a given, that love was the opposite of hate, right the opposite of wrong. But now I think we sometimes buy into these concepts because it is so much easier to embrace absolutes than to suffer reality. I don't think anything is the opposite of love. Reality is unforgivingly complex.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.

This business of having been issued a body is deeply confusing... Bodies are so messy and disappointing.

I don't think anything is the opposite of love.