When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.
Mothers are supposed to listen and, afterward, to respond with some wisdom and perspective, but these things were not my mother's strong suit.
Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.
I write because writing is the gift God has given me to help people in the world.
Laughter is the key that grace has arrived.
Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner's manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.