We were a different kind of Christian, the quiet, reasonable kind, a breed embarrassed by the mention of miracles.

With a little persuasion, any familiar thing can turn abnormal in the mind. Here's a thought experiment. Consider this brutal bit of magic. A human grows a second human in a space inside her belly; she grows a second heart and a second brain, second eyes and second limbs, a complete set of second body parts as if for use as spares, and then, after almost a year, she expels that second screaming being out of her belly and into the world, alive. Bizarre, isn't it?

We were a different kind of Christian, the quiet, reasonable kind, a breed embarrassed by the mention of miracles.

Nothing has happened to me out of the closet that was anywhere near as dangerous as being closeted.

My goal was just to tell the unlikely story in a way that would feel as convincing as possible.

It requires a certain kind of bravery, I suppose, to choose the status quo. There's a certain boldness to inaction.

It's really hard to get a book published, even a good book, but the better the book is the better chance it has of eventually catching someone's attention.