How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.

Love is not a because, it's a no matter what.

We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.

Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.