How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

We grow too old to lose old friends.

How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.