There was something in the way a man held a woman when he was about to let her go.
She knew the soothing power of a human touch on aching flesh. Knew the strange bond that formed when two creatures united in mutual need, one hurting, the other healing.
Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.
No more taking the Lord’s name in vain or even in earnest.
But in a town full of nobodys, she’s practically somebody.
Anything was possible if only she dared to believe herself worthy.
Winston Churchill once said, When you are going through hell, keep going.
Often, the most important part of a conversation was the waiting.
No, this was the kind of moment that made everything stop. You separated it from every other one, pressing the feeling to your heart, like a dried flower slipped between the pages of a beloved book. T...
I’ve always thought a quilt held together with a woman’s tears to be the strongest of all.
Being paralyzed is a condition. Being angry is a choice,
Think about kissing boys all the time. Me and all my friends. We even practice making out with our pillows.
Things happen as they are meant to happen. There is no grand plan, just flawed human beings bumbling through life.
There were only a few things that truly mattered. Family and friends and connection. Understanding and selfless love.
The best way to keep from stumbling over the past was to move forward,
She realized that no matter how old she got or how far she traveled, she would never stop needing her mom. Now, staring her in the face, was the possibility of a loss so devastating Sonnet didn’t see...
RUSTIC TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT ANY BITTERNESS People go to too much trouble to chop things fine. It’s also not necessary to oil the pan for fresh tomatoes. Let the food keep its own character. 6 pounds b...
Pasta Fazool, from the region of Puglia Warm 4 Tablespoons of fruity extra-virgin olive oil in a large saucepan and gently sauté 1/ 2 onion, chopped, a peeled and chopped carrot, a rib of chopped cele...
Love wasn’t a selfish thing. It was the kindest, most generous impulse a man could have.
Just my luck, she thought. Here I am in the middle of nowhere, and Easy Rider comes to my rescue.
