I wonder if we climb to heaven over the ruins of many cherished schemes.

A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.

I want the privilege of guiding the arrows of my children and giving them the exhortations that can shoot them into the high place.

Charm is the enchanted dart, light and subtle as a hummingbird. But it is deceptive in one thing: like a sense of humor, if you think you've got it, you probably haven't.

It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal.

When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.

Marriage is the learning of someone else's habits.