John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say.
.. for the husband who complains when his dinner is not on time, because it means he is home with me, not with someone else.
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.