Pay Enough For Anything And It Passes

I Write Letters To My Right Brain All The Time. They're Just Little Notes. And Right Brain, Who Likes To Get Little Notes From Me, Will Often Come Through Within A Day Or Two.

Everything Happens For A Reason, But That Doesn't Mean There's A Point.

What Could Smell Better Than Supper Being Cooked By Someone Else?

I've Never Written About My Husband, Steve, Or Any Of My Children Because I Know Them All Too Well. I See Them In All Their Complexities Which Makes Them Impossible To Render On The Printed Page.

Smile. It Gives Your Face Something To Do.