When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.
My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.
I have a very dark sense of humor. I swear. I have a very playful relationship with Jesus.
I quit my last real job, as a writer at a magazine, when I was twenty-one. That was the moment when I lost my place of prestige on the fast track, and slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I started to get found, to discover who I had been born to be, instead of the impossibly small package, all tied up tightly in myself, that I had agreed to be.
John Kendrick Bangs