There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

In my dream the angel shrugged and said, if we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination. And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.

When you start to crack open, don't waste a moment gathering your old self up into something like you knew before. Let your new self splash like sunlight into every dark place and laugh and cry and make sounds you never made & thank all that is holy for the gift.

Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life.

If you're right & I'm not, I'm going to be hell to live with, she said. So, you better think about that next time you want to be right.

If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can & there is nothing more to it than that.

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.