That's your friend. My husband is my best friend. He's not the mirror that holds up my flaws. He's just the guy who's like, 'I think you're terrific'... It's just simple, showing up for each other.

This is a nice metaphor, too, about mothers and daughters - that when it came time for me to make my own, I was making a completely different garden than the one that my mom has. They don't look like they came from relatives. Hers is a very productive and pragmatic vegetable garden, and mine is a ridiculous overabundance of useless plants. It doesn't feed anybody, it doesn't serve any purpose.

The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not.

The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.

You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.

I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check.

God wants us to be in joy, God wants us to be happy.