That I was sleeping at a time when my husband was dying is so horrible a thought, I can’t confront it.
Bad weather never stopped anyone from reaping a good harvest.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don't stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult...
The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.
Before you call yourself a Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or any other theology, learn to be human first.
I don't like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I'm from New York. I will kill to get what I need.
Kids are absolutely starved for positive adult contact.
The eagle only knows how high it can fly when it spreads its wings.
To create well I have to be in a good mood, happy and cool.
Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the...