“I just might be the least qualified person to write about miracles,” writes author Erin Healy. “As far as I know I’ve never witnessed one, experienced one, or tried to debunk one. I’m no theologian, I have no hope of sainthood, and there’s a chance I’m so culturally conditioned to be cynical that I might not know a miracle if it strangled me by my cross-pendant necklace. I’ve even been known to use the term miracle a little too loosely. (There are so many other ways to explain an error-free fast-food order.) But here’s the thing: none of this has stopped me from desperately wanting a real, bona fide miracle now and then. I don’t think I’m alone.”