This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period.

The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.

Jealousy has always been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed.

Needless to say, there was no one around remotely fitting the description of a normal person: I was at a writing conference.

I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.

Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware.