I've seen prayers answered. But often, in my experiences, if you get what you pray for, you've really shortchanged yourself.

...one of the worst things about being a parent, for me, is the self-discovery, the being face to face with one's secret insanity and brokenness and rage.

I still encourage anyone who feels at all compelled to write to do so. I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all it is cracked up to be. But writing is.

Here are the two best prayers I know: 'Help me, help me, help me' and 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Radical self-care is what we've been longing for, desperate for, our entire lives-friendship with our own hearts.

When you pray, you are not starting the conversation from scratch, just remembering to plug back into a conversation that's always in progress.

Do you mind even a little that you are still addicted to people-pleasing, and are still putting everyone else’s needs and laundry and career ahead of your creative, spiritual life? Giving all your life force away, to “help” and impress. Well, your help is not helpful, and falls short.