Nothing is wasted when you are a writer. The stuff that doesn’t work has to be written to make way for the stuff that might;
Love Love can accommodate all sorts of misshapen objects: a door held open for a city dog who runs into the woods; fences down; some role you didn’t ask for, didn’t want. Love allows for betrayal and...
Death is both a certainty and an unknown, Chuck says. It's hard to get a grip on it.
Wonderful news, a lovely day, but I don't trust good news and I don't like good weather. Dread has been my faithful companion, and without it I am alone.
Why does forgiveness irritate me so much? I ask Chuck.Because it's the ultimate act of passive aggression, he says.Because it keeps sin alive, says my sister.
When I was young, the future was where all the good stuff was kept, the party clothes, the pretty china, the family silver, the grown-up jobs. The future was a land of its own, and we couldn't wait to...
What can come? This was a brilliant question. Can is scarier than will. What will come limits itself. What can come has no boundaries.
Maybe there are clusters of souls born again and again into the same repertory company, and with each new birth they play different parts in a different play. Or maybe it’s the same play. This would a...
Good things happen slowly, said a doctor in the ICU months ago, and bad things happen fast. Those were comforting words, and they comfort me today. Recovery is a long, slow process. There are good day...
Good things happen slowly and bad things happen fast. Those were comforting words, and they comfort me today.
Good things happen slowly, said a doctor in the ICU months ago, and bad things happen fast.