“Weary are the caregivers, the teachers, the seers, the quietly faithful—doing good with no guarantee of thanks, restitution, or rescue.”

“Where in your life have you felt that something didn’t quite line up—the moment didn’t follow the script, the world broke form just enough for you to see through it? What past event still lingers, not as a clear lesson but as a strange, unresolved presence? Where have you encountered longing, faith, or calling in places the world told you were unworthy of such things? What have you felt in your body that you couldn’t name, but couldn’t shake?”

“To be a writer of short stories and children’s literature, someone committed to weaving possibility with words, may not be enough to grant me tenure within my discipline. But it might just sustain my life. It might call forth the kind of community I dreamed about in those early years. It might create the mysticism of understanding, the trembling wonder of witnessing deep call out too deep.

This is what I mean by creative becoming.”