Does it seem sometimes that you are always the one to break an embarrassing silence — and always by saying something more embarrassing than the silence?

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

There comes a morning in life when you wake up a new person; that is to say, you wake up the same person but you realize it's your own fault.

We find things where we look for them.

In sinners and repenters you have the original division of labor.

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love.