I’ve never known a tranquil atheist. Don’t they always look like they just sat on a tack?
If there’s one thing I learned in Alanon, it’s that you got to face the music because it just grows louder when you ignore it.
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.
I was that kind of tired you feel when you’ve spent a day in a hospital while a loved one undergoes surgery and comes through all right, the loved one, of course, being myself, and Christmas being the...
I’m serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.
Neva ought to smile more. It breaks her anxiety into tiny pieces of joy you want to gather up and hand back to her in your palms, as if to say, “See what you can make when you loose the reins.
Old age breeds the miracle of recall. You have no short-term memory atall; you can’t remember what you did minutes ago, but you can recall with exquisite clarity what you did on your fifth birthday an...
The choice was whether to be sad and foolish or sad and reasonable.
The longing for a man, as you know, is a grand escape. It can arch your mental process to extremes so that, like a gymnast or a ballerina, you’re contorted to such outrageous limits – I’m speaking of...
All the men I know add that “hands that prepared it” line. They must know it’s right complimentary, an incentive to keep the women cooking.
Wasting talent is a sin. I’m not big on sin, but I know a sin when I see one staring me in the face. I’m not big on sin, but I know a sin when I see one staring me in the face. It’s just not courteous...
