Writing involves seeing people suffer and, as Robert Stone once put it, finding some meaning therein.
When we agree to (or get tricked into) being part of something bigger than our own wired, fixated minds, we are saved. When we search for something larger than our own selves to hook into, we can come...
When Sam’s having a hard time and being a total baby about the whole thing, I feel so much frustration and rage and self-doubt and worry that it’s like a mini-breakdown. I feel like my mind becomes a...
When God is going to do something wonderful, He or She always starts with a hardship; when God is going to do something amazing, He or She starts with an impossibility.
We aren't a drop in the ocean, but are the ocean, in drops.
Vonnegut said, When I write, I feel like an armless legless man with a crayon in his mouth. So
There is cracks, cracks, in everything, that's how the light gets in.' I had cracks but not the hope.
The challenge and the dignity make it interesting enough. Besides,
She lived in fear of ifonic endings. (91)
Oh, but my stomach, she is like a waterbed covered in flannel. When I lie on my side in bed, my stomach lies politely beside me, like a puppy.
New is life.
Mark Twain said that Adam was the only man who, when he said a good thing, knew that nobody had said it before.
Jealousy has always been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed.
I’m probably just as good a mother as the next repressed, obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.
I’m pretty sure that only by experiencing that ocean of sadness in a naked and immediate way do we come to be healed—which is to say, we come to experience life with a real sense of presence and spaci...
It’s like bitch-slapping E.T.
It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I...
It can be too sad here. We so often lose our way.
If there is one door in the castle you have been told not to go through, you must. Otherwise, you'll just be rearranging furniture in rooms you've already been in.
If I were going to begin practicing the presence of God for the first time today, it would help to begin by admitting the three most terrible truths of our existence: that we are so ruined, and so lov...