You've got to learn to let go and let your children fall, and fail. If you try to protect them from hurt, and always rush to their side with Band-Aids, they won't learn about life, and what is true, what works, what helps, and what are real consequences of certain kinds of behavior. When they do get hurt, which they will, they won't know how to take care of their grown selves. They won't even know where the aspirin is kept.

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

... the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. [pp. 65-66]

Where do we even start on the daily walk of restoration and awakening? We start where we are.

I do not have deep theological understanding or opinion, but I do not read the Bible as the literal word of God.

My mother's eyes were large and brown, like my son's, but unlike Sam's, they were always frantic, like a hummingbird who can't quite find the flower but keeps jabbing around.

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