I’m probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.

Looking back on the God my friend believed in, he seems a little erratic, not entirely unlike her father - God as borderline personality.

There is nothing you can buy, achieve, own, or rent that can fill up that hunger inside for a sense of fulfillment and wonder.

I write because writing is the gift God has given me to help people in the world.

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.

Joy is the best makeup. But a little lipstick is a close runner-up.