...whatever Is Lovely, Whatever Is Gracious, If

Sometimes The Strength Of Motherhood Is Greater Than Natural Laws.

Want Is A Thing That Unfurls Unbidden Like Fungus, Opening Large Upon Itself, Stopless, Filling The Sky. But Needs, From One Day To The Next, Are Few Enough To Fit In A Bucket, With Room Enough Left To Rattle Like Brittle Brush In A Dry Wind.

Prayer Had Always Struck Me As More Or Less A Glorified Attempt At A Business Transaction.

Every Minute With A Child Takes Seven Minutes Off Your Life.

Nonfiction Requires Enormous Discipline. You Construct The Terms Of Your Story, And Then You Stick To Them.