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.

When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.

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.

I don't think anything is the opposite of love.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

Anything you say from your heart to God is a prayer. But "why" is rarely a useful question. When Job keeps asking God why he has had such loss and suffering, God says, "You wouldn't understand." I always want to know why, and I almost never have a good answer.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.