Joy is the best makeup.

Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.

Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.

My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words; about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way.

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

I naturally prefer the company of people who hold grudges, as long as they are not held against me.

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