There's Nothing Trite About Being Consoled In

I'd Like You To Know That I Have Forgiven Him. Again And Again. Once Done, Course, Back Comes The Enemy To Persecute And Persecute, And I Must Ante Up To God And Forgive Yet Again.

And It Can Be A Way Of Healing.

I Grew Up Hearing Words Like Snakeroot, Sassafras, Mullein - Things That Had Wondrous, Mysterious Sounds In Their Names.

Let Me Say That I Absolutely Loved Writing 'a Common Life,' Because It Was A Book About Love.

In Ireland There’s No Such Thing As Bad Weather ~~~ Only The Wrong Clothes. (in The Company Of Others)