If only we could have them back as babies today, now that we have some idea what to do with them.

our lives are stories we tell ourselves.

Who one believes God to be is most accurately revealed not in any credo but in the way one speaks to God when no one else is listening.

God is no White Knight who charges into the world to pluck us like distressed damsels from the jaws of dragons, or diseases. God chooses to become present to and through us. It is up to us to rescue one another.

Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.

A line, once crossed, can never be uncrossed.

If only we could have them back as babies today, now that we have some idea what to do with them.