Finally Cub said, "They don't call it global weirding."
"I know. But I think that's actually the idea."
Cub shook his head. "Weather is the Lord's business.

The truth needs so little rehearsal.

I can count all the ways in which being a mother has enriched my understanding of the world, of character, my sense of the future and my attachment to it. I can't imagine what kind of writer I'd be if I didn't have my kids.

Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

Small change, small wonders - these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life.