My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.

I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.

For a devotee or lover, the being, worshipped or loved, will always be the only one for her or him.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.

Jews are just like everyone else, only more so.