In Love's service, only wounded soldiers can serve.
Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate BelongingEach of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.
In the Heart of the World: Thoughts, Stories and PrayersNew York is made up of millions of different people, and they all come here looking for something
I Heart New YorkThe moon rested right above the mountains, a place I call home.
Right-Hearted: Finding What's Right With a Wrong-Sided Heart