I remember leaving the hospital ... thinking, "Wait, are they going to let me just walk off with him? I don't know beans about babies!"

Baseball was the only sport that made sense, she said: clear as Parcheesi, clever as chess.

She liked to see people manage, somehow.

Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.

I wonder how many times we dream that kind of dream-something strange and illogical-and fail to realize God is trying to tell us something.

Farmers are patient men. They got to be. Got to see those seeds come up week by week, fraction by fraction, and sweat it out for some days not knowing yet is it weeds or vegetables ...

My family can always tell when I'm well into a novel because the meals get very crummy.

Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?

Oh, this wasn't a very organized house ... The counters seemed to collect stray objects on their own.

Try Jesus, you won't regret it, a billboard read.