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Nancy Pedrick Mairs (née Smith; July 23, 1943 – December 3, 2016) was an author who wrote about diverse topics, including spirituality, women's issues and her experiences living with multiple sclerosis. She was born on July 23, 1943 in Long Beach, California. She grew up in Boston, Massachusetts, however. She received an AB from Wheaton College, and an MFA in writing and a Ph.D. from the University of Arizona.

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In a society that prates about, but seldom practices, communication, the craving to be listened to, heard, understood - which originates with the first terrified wail, the circling arms, the breast, the consolatory murmur - is hard to assuage.

Communication, Hard, Listening, Practice, Prates, Terrified

God enters the world through those of us who are willing to let God participate fully in our lives.

Angel, God, Letting Go, Participate, Willing, World

Do others, I wondered, "see things as I do? I do not think so, for if they did they would not still be alive. " And, life-threatening though my vision seemed, I would not repudiate it: "Sometimes I think I shall die from being different even as I cling to the difference fiercely. "

Being Different, Differences, See, Seemed, Things, Thinking

God is no White Knight who charges into the world to pluck us like distressed damsels from the jaws of dragons, or diseases. God chooses to become present to and through us. It is up to us to rescue one another.

Dragons, God, Jaws, Knights, White, World

If the very thought of taking off all your clothes in the middle of the Washington Mall during a school holiday makes you blush, you haven't even begun to dream what it feels like to publish a book.

Book, Dream, School, Thought

You don't have to want death in order to prepare for it.

Death, Order, Prepare, Want

One of the blessings that comes with parental territory is that children tug you into experiences you're pretty sure you'd never otherwise contemplate.

Blessing, Children, Pretty, Territory

Through its prohibition on birth control, the Church has suggested that the only right way to have children is through biological reproduction: a kind of forced labor culminating in the production of another soul for God. What kind of a God stands like Lee Iacocca at the end of an assembly line, driving his workers with a greedy 'More! More!' while the automobiles pile up in showrooms and on freeways and in used-car lots and finally junkyards, his only satisfaction the gross production figures at the end of every quarter?

Birth, Car, Children, Figures, Pile, Soul

Weddings in our society seem designed to reduce the bride and groom to precisely the condition of those who, because they 'lack sufficient use of reason,' are 'incapable of contracting marriage,' according to canon law.

Lack, Law, Our Society, Precisely, Use, Weddings

no one expects all impediments to be miraculously whisked away. In insisting that others view our lives as ample and precious, we are not demanding that they be made perfect. . . . If it is both possible and pleasant for me and my kind to enter, the world will become a livelier place. You'll see.

Ample, Kind, Perfect, Views, Whisked, World

physical disability looms pretty large in one's life. But it doesn't devour one wholly. I'm not, for instance, Ms. MS, a walking, talking embodiment of a chronic incurable degenerative disease.

Disease, Embodiment, Instance, Talking, Wholly

people who seem most hostile to my presence are those most fearful of my fate. And since their fear keeps them emotionally distant from me, they are the ones least likely to learn that my life isn't half so dismal as they assume.

Fate, Fear, Half, Learn, People

Out of the new arrivals in our lives--the odd word stumbled upon in a difficult text, the handsome black stranger who bursts in one night through the cat door, the telephone call out of a friend's silence of years, the sudden greeting from the girl-child---we constantly make of ourselves our selves.

Cat, Children, Door, Girl, Night, Selves

A line, once crossed, can never be uncrossed.

Crossed, Line, Lines, Uncrossed

That's the trouble with honorable mentions: they let everyone know you applied and didn't win.

Everyone, Irony, Let, Mentions, Trouble, Winning

To view your life as blessed does not require you to deny your pain. It simply demands a more complicated vision, one in which a condition or event is not either good or bad but is, rather, both good and bad, not sequentially, but simultaneously.

Blessed, Complicated, Pain, Sequentially, Simply, Views

I will write myself into well-being.

Diaries, Well Being, Write, Writing

The fact is that ours is the only minority you can join involuntarily, without warning, at any time. And if you live long enough, as you're increasingly likely to do, you may well join it.

Join, Long, Minorities, Time, Warning

Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.

Easier, Practice, Riding, Writing

This kind of split makes me crazy, this territorializing of the holy. Here God may dwell. Here God may not dwell. It contradicts everything in my experience, which says: God dwells where I dwell. Period.

Crazy, God, Holy, Splits, Territorializing

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