organization is the religion of the single parent.

Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.

That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.

I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.

Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!

What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.

You always need that spark of imagination. Sometimes I'm midway through a book before it happens. However, I don't wait for the muse to descend, I sit down every day and I work when I'm not delivering lambs on the farm.