Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

An enlightened person raises the level of the consciousness of the entire community.

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.

To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.

there is probably no such thing as an innocent question, at least not when a parent is doing the asking.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

one of my earliest joys as a parent lay in knowing that at the end of the day I had once again ushered three babies back to their beds, against the odds, unscathed and peaceful. Happiness was a houseful of safe, inert bodies. Actually, it still is.