Não se preocupe com o topo. O certo é se preocupar com o degrau acima. Roma não foi feita em um dia.
Mothering is precarious. You try to do the right thing—you think you have—then wham.
Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don't have that old hand anymore, . . . . Look at what you have now.
Blaming the wine would have been taking the easy way out. Annie refused to do that. Rather, she buttoned her blouse with raggedy fingers and said, I was thinking of my husband. That’s the problem. I w...
Родителите имаха забележителна власт над децата си.Независимо колко възрастни бяха децата или колко далеч в ежедневието си.От самото си раждане те получаваха послания от родителите си.Тези послания бя...
Work vehicles and a lone motorcycle, her SUV had the road to itself, which meant she would get there faster. Indeed, the familiarity of turning onto Caroline’s street was a lifeline. Once she parked i...
Tattoos are like bumper stickers in some respects. Their wearers want to tell the world something.
One of the worst things about electronic communication. Lacking facial expression, tone of voice, or context, words could be taken any number of ways. With only one cryptic word now, I was discouraged...
Wolves go after a wounded deer, it is the nature of the beast.
Wingback chairs had been originally designed to protect their occupants either from drafts or the heat of a fire.
The only way to deal with old baggage was to open it up and sort through. How else to know what to keep and what to toss?
She hated rain. It came at the worst times, defied prediction, and made life messy.
Clear water sped over rocky clusters whose colors ran from ivories to mossy greens, blues and grays. Though clouds covered the sun, the sway of dappling evergreens gave the water sparkle.
And then—the kicker—they were cousins. Casey suspected she would forever feel protective of Meg, and that wasn’t a bad thing.
And so it went. Smiling, Annie might have liked to freeze the moment in time. These three, so precious to her, were in synch with each other. There was a feeling of excitement and hope.
A SIZEABLE LEGACY HE LEFT her. It was a legacy of beautiful memories, of love and passion, of desire and ecstasy, of nearness and the myriad means of communication two lovers could find. It was a lega...
You’d think that after eighteen years—twenty-one years, if you count the three we were together
They had talked about bad things happening to good people. Joyce hadn’t accepted it then, any more than she was accepting it now.
Listening to the stir of the trees, the chatter of birds as they flew in and out, the bubble of the fountain. This was an enchanted spot, justification in and of itself for the price of the townhouse....
You’ll be taking the last a’ those, Dorey confided. I had a vendor try to convince me to shrink-wrap and freeze, but they’re never the same. I only have ’em now because they’re from up north—nauth—and...