The Trouble With Sharing One's Bed With

In A World Gone Bad, A Bear - Even A Bear Standing On Its Head - Is A Comforting, Uncomplicated, Dependable Hunk Of Sanity.

You Never Realize How Much Your Mother Loves You Till You Explore The Attic - And Find Every Letter You Ever Sent Her, Every Finger Painting, Clay Pot, Bead Necklace, Easter Chicken, Cardboard Santa Claus, Paperlace Mother's Day Card And School Report Since Day One.

One Small Cat Changes Coming Home To An Empty House To Coming Home.

In Loneliness, In Sickness, In Confusion-the Mere Knowledge Of Friendship Makes It Possible To Endure, Even If The Friend Is Powerless To Help. It Is Enough That They Exist. Friendship Is Not Diminished By Distance Or Time, By Imprisonment Or War, By Suffering Or Silence. It Is In These Things That It Roots Most Deeply. It Is From These Things That It Flowers.

A Bag Of Apples, A Pot Of Homemade Jam, A Scribbled Note, A Bunch Of Golden Flowers, A Coloured Pebble, A Box Of Seedlings, An Empty Scent Bottle For The Children. . . . Who Needs Diamonds And Van-delivered Bouquets?