Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.

Any life lived attentively is disillusioning as it forces us to know us as we are.

Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

There are men I could spend eternity with. But not this life.

Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.

Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.