You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair.

To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough.

You've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

God is at the tip of our scalpels, our screwdrivers, our computer terminals, our dust rags, our vacuum cleaners, our pencils and pens. He is with us in our wheelchairs, or on our hospital beds, when all we can do is sit or lie flat. When we envision Him and His purpose in what we do, then we begin to grow aware of His presence in the middle of it. We are able to engage in our inward conversation with Him as we work, naturally, without strain. He becomes our partner, our collaborator.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.