To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.

Rearing three children is like growing a cactus, a gardenia, and a tubful of impatiens. Each needs varying amounts of water, sunlight and pruning. Were I to be absolutely fair, I would have to treat each child as if he or she were absolutely identical to the other siblings, and there would be no profit for anyone in that.

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

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.

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

It does not matter whether one is at the giving or receiving end of love just as long as one is part of the process in some way. It is only when we become disconnected from the process altogether that we should begin to worry.

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.