Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate.

Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern and Western, pagan and Hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and Jesus.

We were raised to believe in books, music, and nature.

... one of the immutable laws of being human is that the people who show up are the right people. [p. 65]

Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate, like having Janis Joplin with a bad hangover and PMS come to stay with you.

How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.

I didn't need to understand the hypostatic unity of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees.