I’ve once again chosen my most popular posts of 2018, based on views, comments, Tweets and Facebook likes.
Eagle-eyed readers may notice “Faith for the Faithless” was technically published in 2017, but it was after my favorites of last year were published… so I’m making one small exception.
I always do appreciate your support and comments – what was your favorite? — Sallie
My self is precious, and it needs and deserves nourishing as the center of my life, not an outcropping.
A great collection is always based on a passion. It is not random. It grows from a strong root.
I look for changes that seem small, even ridiculously small, and yet may herald changed attitudes in this slow-moving country of ours.
Our desire to be liked and loved is passionate, unequivocal, and it makes us vulnerable to every rejection.
Scheduled to be published in August, 2018, The Silver Swan is now delayed till sometime in 2019.
These days if a writer is smitten with the idea of writing a new book—a new analysis—of any supposedly well-known person, the obstacles to her research will be enormous.
We are all too complicated and contradictory to be explained.
Does it matter that she never found her match in terms of money, status and achievement?
How to live on nothing is a question the publishers have not condescended to consider.
What is it about our world that destroys our young men?
The art of losing, if it can even be called an art, can’t be mastered.
I am particularly blessed in these special places that seem to have come into my life by chance or luck but are in fact the material manifestations of prayer.
Over the twenty-seven years I’ve lived in Santa Fe, many people have come and many people have gone.
It is finished after almost two years of work, with many changes—some of them drastic, others simply disappointing—along the way.
Bells are ringing all over Santa Fe and the Plaza is blindingly bright with tree-strung lights…
I’ve been wondering why we in the blessed U.S. seem so frightened of just about everything.
Faithlessness is, first of all, a failure of the imagination.
Mexico City seems to be a city of women. We are everywhere.