I tell my child, if I seem obsessed to always know where you've been, it is because my DNA will be found at the scene.

What greater blessing to give thanks for at a family gathering than the family and the gathering.

Once an absurdity is accepted as truth, it will seem truer the more absurd it is shown to be.

What you discover about people you try not to offend is that you can offend them without trying.

A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.