From Every Ending Comes A New Beginning.

In Truth, How Much Time Do Any Of Us Really Have?

What Really Grabs Me Is When A Reader Writes To Express Her Personal Story And How A Book Helped Her Situation, Or Her Acceptance Of A Situation She Can't Change. I Read Some Sad Cases In My Snail And Electronic Mail. I Respond To All I Can, Affirming That They Are The True Heroes Of Life Because They Are Fighting Through Adversity And Surviving.

The Stems Stood Tall And Straight, One Series Arranged In A Single Line, The Other In A Crudely Shaped Heart, The Final One In The Shape Of The Letter U. I Love You.

Nobody Gets To Pick What Life Gives Them

Sisters Are Made By Living Everyday With Each Other And Wearing Each Other Down Until The Rough Spots Are Smooth. They're Made By Sharing Secrets You'd Never Tell Mom, And Out Of Doing Things For Each Other Just Because You Feel Like It, Not Because You Have To. I Guess You Could Say Sisters Are 'grown,' Not Manufactured, In A Very Special Place Called A Family.