To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them.
Migrations of the HeartJesus teaches us to give richly, serve sacrificially, and love unconditionally.
Moments of Grace for a Woman's HeartI wondered how my heart could be both light with happiness and heavy with love at the same time.
Mile HighExercise the muscles that compassionately open the heart. In your writing and your life.
The Mindful Writer: Noble Truths of the Writing LifeHow could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
MercyI like these games we play, the ones that involve our heads and our hearts ~ Page 212
Naturally, CharlieMy heart starts to pound as he gets closer and closer to the stands, never taking his eyes off me.
Night GamesI'm trusting you not to break my heart. If it gets even a scratch, I'll break your face. -Shaye
The Nymph KingOur heart is wide enough to embrace the world and hands are long enough to encompass the world.
Nonviolence: The Transforming PowerIf I breathe, what will my heart think? If I vomit, what will my soul think?
Notes on the Mosquito: Selected Poems