Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises.

Nothing can be delicious when you are holding your breath.

A priest friend of mine has cautioned me away from the standard God of our childhoods, who loves you and guides you and then, if you are bad, roasts you: God as a high school principal in a gray suit who never remembered your name but is always leafing unhappily through your files.

Where do we even start on the daily walk of restoration and awakening? We start where we are.

...music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, the breath. We're walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn't get to any other way.

So Rita and I decided that the most subversive, revolutionary thing I could do was to show up for my life and not be ashamed.

For some of us, good books and beautiful writing are our ultimate solace, even more comforting than exquisite food.