It was chilling to wake up at forty years of age to find she had no friends, no interests and no investments in anything unconnected to her work.
The years had a way of rounding off the pointed edges of anger.
I can’t change the past. I can’t take the hurt back. But I can soften it if I can just learn how to accept it.
Why didn’t you tell me? It’s all such a complicated mess. Most lives are if you live long enough, my darling. I’ve
His mother, in contrast, prayed in church.
A woman’s life has so many demands because she is the axis around which so many little planets spin. I did it and, yes, there were countless delightful moments. But that part of my life died when Stra...
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
Pride of one's work is not improper, unladylike, or vain. We can all take a lesson from the sea turtle. She does not travel thousands of miles or risk all for her ego. She has an instinct for greatnes...
People always seem to be in so much of a hurry. Rush, rush, rush. What are they rushing toward? Life isn't some kind of race. We all cross the same finish line, sooner or later. You'd hate to get the...
I’m sure that’s true. Nonetheless, Nate has to learn to face the consequences of his actions. You will not be able to protect him from all of life’s difficult moments, you know. No parent can. All we...
Her love for Mamaw had always been like that porch light, the one true shining light in her heart when the world proved dark and scary.
Call me Mamaw. That’s what the girls call me. He swallowed, touched by the offer, but shook his head. I’m sorry. It’s a kind offer, but I’m not ready to go that far yet.
Be strong, my baby girl. Be happy. You will survive. And so, she vowed, would she.
And quickly. If you let it, grief could swallow you whole.
Was a man with whom she could join hands and build a life of trust, and honor and mutual respect. Could she really believe that such a life was possible? Opening
The secet to happiness is to embrace the humility to accept what comes and the courage to continue on your life's path with an open heart
Love wasn’t hard, she thought. Losing love was.
I’m just saying there’s no excuse for a man to hit a woman. None. Period. But verbal beatings can be worse. More insidious, in that the scars aren’t visible. Words can be killers.
How ironic she thought, to store the past but never tend to it. ~ Mary June
Grief can make you question your goals and purpose. How you want to spend your life.