When people are filled to the brim with love, they are their most beautiful.

Beware the things of this world that can mean everything or nothing.

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

Mama always said a good family has one heartbeat. No one knows you like the people you live with, and no one will take up your cause to the outside world quite like your blood relatives.

And when you clear away the cobwebs of the description of every job in the world, at the bottom of that job is service. It's service. And I took that ethic and applied it to my writing craft.

Isn't this the truth of any good mother? That in all of our lives. We worry only about those we brought into this world, regardless of whether they loved us back or treated us fairly or understood our shortcomings.

I don't settle in any other area of my life when it comes to excellence, so why should I lower my standards when it comes to boys?