I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.
Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.
When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine. Pigs in Heaven
A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.
Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.