Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.

I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for.

I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts?

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.