No matter how reclusive we tend to be, we picture the after-life as a community of souls. It is one thing to seek privacy in this life; it is anothe….

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together..

My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark..

Family life is a daily struggle to turn love into happiness..

I look back on the time I've wasted, and I'm just glad I wasted it while I still had the chance..

For every person who atones, a hundred others find regret sufficient..

If I were Opportunity, I wouldn't just knock, you'd have to sign..

The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by..

There are more martyrs to nonsense than truth, truth preferring missionaries..

I don't lie and cheat, but I don't always avoid actions that would be lying and cheating if someone else did them..

I’ve concluded, after many years, that my mind works by process of elimination. Problem is, it hasn’t eliminated anything yet..

The mind, as you age, Is an artist, it seems. Monet paints your mem’ries, Picasso your dreams..

In a household of toddlers and pets, we discover this rule of thumb about happy families - that they are least two-thirds incontinent..

Despite the goings-on in Congress, I don't believe the USA is bordering on madness. I believe Mexico and Canada are..

Love is not about grand intentions. It is about small attentions..

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in..

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?.

All any child needs is the protection of loving parents and an alternative source of information..

The trouble with learning to parent on the job is that your child is the teacher..

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough..

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights..