Standing there, I loved myself and I hated myself. That's what the black Mary did to me, made me feel my glory and my shame at the same time.

There's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at last, you can enter the severe mercy of acceptance.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.

We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.