Pastor Veronica told the story of a sparrow lying in the street with its legs straight up in the air, straining. a warhorse walks up to it, and says, 'What on earth are you doing?' The sparrow replies, 'I heard the sky was falling, and I wanted to help.'The warhorse sneers-- 'Do you really think you're going to hold back the sky, with those scrawny little legs?' And the sparrow says, 'One does what one can.'

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

Certainty is missing the point entirely.

Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.

It is a violation of trust to use your kids as caulking for the cracks in you.

No" is a complete sentence.