If The Present Is Really

Having A Baby Is Like Suddenly Getting The World's Worst Roommate.

I’m Probably Just As Good A Mother As The Next Repressed, Obsessive-compulsive Paranoiac.

My Mother Was A Not-too-devoted Atheist. She Went To Episcopal Church On Christmas Eve Every Year, And That Was Mostly It.

The Movement Of Grace Toward Gratitude Brings Us From The Package Of Self-obsessed Madness To A Spiritual Awakening.

Needless To Say, There Was No One Around Remotely Fitting The Description Of A Normal Person: I Was At A Writing Conference.