I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.

Left to my own devices, would I trade this for firm thighs, fewer wrinkles, a better memory? On some days. That's why it's such a blessing I'm not left to my own devices. Because the truth is I have amazing friends and a deep faith in God, to whom I can turn. I have a cool kid, a sweet boyfriend, darling pets. I've learned to pay attention to life, and to listen. I'd give up all this for a flatter belly? Are you crazy?

I took notes on the people around me, in my town, in my family, in my memory. I took notes on my own state of mind, my grandiosity, the low self-esteem. I wrote down the funny stuff I overheard. I learned to be like a ship's rat, veined ears trembling, and I learned to scribble it all down.

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

I spend most of my time alone, because I so value and thrive in the quiet. Heaven.

Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.

When faced with a crisis, do three things: breathe, pray and be kind.