The measuring tape and saw Michael standing alone on the small rise. The man seemed a part of the scenery as he stood, hands on hips, his hair whipped by the wind like the meadowsweet at his feet, his...
See so many things in you, Anne Marie, she said softly, tilting her head as she continued her perusal. The way you move your head a certain way, the breathiness of your voice, the manner in which you...
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Loggerhead. 1. Latin: Caretta caretta. A tropical sea turtle with a hard shell and a large head. 2. a stupid fellow; blockhead. 3. at loggerheads; in disagreement; in a quarrel.
Caterpillar must shed its skin five times before it forms the chrysalis. The caterpillar doesn’t just change. It completely transforms. The old form dies and the new is reborn. That’s the miracle that...
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You don’t have to say thank you. I’m your mother. It’s my job. My pleasure.
Whatever it was inside of me, whatever kernel deep inside that enabled me to believe in fairies, in Peter, in the Neverland itself, this was my source of strength. No one could ever take that away fro...
To her mind, when you were drowning and a rope was thrown your way, you didn't waste time thinking about what to do. You just grabbed it, then kicked and swam like the devil to safety.
This anger I felt wasn’t about the child at all. It’s inside me and it’s poisoning so many of my relationships. It leaves so little room for compassion. She reached up to wipe a tear from her face. Th...
That’s all any of us can do, my dear. We wake up, bolster our resolve, and rise to face the new day. Or else lie in bed and waste our lives.
That death followed life and life was renewed once again, over and over with the steadiness of the seasons.
She was nearly seventy years old. There was no time left for regret or misgivings, no time for dreams of what might have been.
Please, Lord, answer this one small prayer. Not just for me, but for Cara. Help me play with my child once more before I die. Bring my Cara home.
It time for me to shed all my insecurities and fears. Let them fall to the ground. It’s time for me to find my voice and fly.
Her fear kept her as caged as her canaries. The glass windows were no different than their metal bars.
Basically it means there is no one correct view of the universe. We each see things from our own frame of reference.
A woman saw those turtle tears and instinctively knew that the turtle mother wept for her children. A mother knew of all the predators that awaited her young, of the swift currents that might lead the...
A woman does not need to live among many people to be content. She needs but one true companion, one soul mate with whom to share this long journey we call life.
Life, if lived well, was enjoying random acts of kindness that elicited joy from giver and receiver alike. Each time she was reminded of this, she vowed to try to be a better giver than a receiver.