I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."
Life, sometimes so wearying Is worth its weight in gold The experience of traveling Lends a wisdom that is old Beyond our 'living memory'
If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
My 11-year-old son cajoled me to run the red light as we waited at a deserted intersection.
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
There was a hummingbird trying to get out of my garage through a closed window. This bird was going berserk trying to get out.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away.