To be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its head up its own ass.

Small is how blessings, healing, progress and increase occur.

I remember staring at my son endlessly when he was an infant, stunned by his very existence, wondering where on earth he had come from.

The stuff I write about is pretty universal, the things my closest friends and I talk about - our anxiety about being here on this scary planet, during these scary times, as vulnerable as kittens, having lost so many people I couldn't live without.

They always threw their arms around and hugged me while crying our Yiddish endearments. Yet none of them believed in God. They believed in social justice, good works, Israel, and Bette Midler. I was nearly thirty before I met a religious Jew.

What’s the difference between you and God? God never thinks he’s you.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.