So I said to myself, "There but for the grace of God go I," only to realize I was looking in a mirror and had seriously overestimated the grace of God.

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.

Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

Act always from a sense of common humanity, and let God judge if it be charity.

Never mind the odds against you. If you doubled your effort, what would the odds against you do — send for reinforcements?

I guess I have never really doubted that we are all born to our guardian angel.