I would seriously rather be in a long line at the DMV than eat with people I don't know.

My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.

I wish grace and healing were more abracadabra kind of things. Also, that delicate silver bells would ring to announce grace's arrival. But no, it's clog and slog and scootch, on the floor, in the silence, in the dark.

Once an old woman at my church said the secret is that God loves us exactly the way we are and that he loves us too much to let us stay like this, and I'm just trying to trust that.

I was the angriest daughter on earth, and also, one of the most devoted.

I’m probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.

I write because writing is the gift God has given me to help people in the world.