You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren’t.

How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.

It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're burping up apple fritters and Cheetos.

The mix in our rooms is so touching: the clutter and the cracks in the wall belie a bleakness or brokenness in our lives; while photos and a few rare objects show our pride, our rare shining moments ... these rooms are future ruins

I see that children fill the existential hollowness many people feel; that when we have children, we know they will need us, and maybe love us, but we don't have a clue how hard it is going to be.

I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.