A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.

I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.

It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.

Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave - and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.

Some feminists feel that a woman should never be wrong. We have a right to be wrong.