Caring about the welfare of children and shaming parents are mutually exclusive endeavors.

We're all so busy chasing the extraordinary that we forget to stop and be grateful for the ordinary.

The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It's our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows.

There is no joy without gratitude.

There was only one variable that separated the people who have a strong sense of love and belonging and the people who really struggle for it. And that was, the people who have a strong sense of love and belonging believe they're worthy of love and belonging. That's it. They believe they're worthy.

If you own this story you get to write the ending.

Hope is really a thought.