I woke up full of hate and fear the day before the most recent peace march in San Francisco. This was disappointing: I'd hoped to wake up feeling somewhere between Virginia Woolf and Wavy Gravy.
If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. Th...
That the dream must be vivid and continuous.
You have to be grateful whenever you get to someplace safe and okay, even if it turns out it wasn’t quite where you were heading.
We learn from pain that some of the things we thought were castles turn out to be prisons, and we desperately want out, but even though we built them, we can't find the door. Yet maybe if you ask God...
There's a lovely Hasidic story of a rabbi who always told his people that if they studied the Torah, it would put Scripture on their hearts. One of them asked, Why on our hearts, and not in them? The...
That's what's so touching about weddings: Two people fall in love, and decide to see if their love might stand up over time, if there might be enough grace and forgiveness and memory lapses to help th...
Niels Bohr wrote, The opposite of a true statement is a false statement, but the opposite of a profound truth can be another profound truth.
Look back on your life and find something small that made a big difference.
Laughter is deliverance, bubbly salvation.
If you haven't already, you will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and you never completely get over the loss of a deeply beloved person. But this is also good...
I love to be, and so often am, right.
I just gave up one day. Around the time the news about toxic shock came out. I thought, Fuck me, man, I give up. Come and get me.
A good marriage is supposed to be one where each spouse secretly thinks he or she got the better deal.
Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner's manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.
Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back.
Nothing can be delicious when you are holding your breath.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up...
The earth is rocky and full of roots it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and y...