As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

I have fancied myself a rebel, but at every critical moment of my life, I have been exactly the child my parents raised.

One day, in your search for happiness, you discover a partner by your side, and you realize that your happiness has come to help you search.

Science can reconstruct Tyrannosaurus Rex from a fossilized bone and a fancied footprint, but it can't reconstruct God from the whole of creation.

What you must accept as a parent is that you cannot always be there for your child without sometimes ruining everything.

We lack resolve and blame fate, mistaking the drift for the tides.

There is no expert on what happiness is but many on what it might have been.