The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.

Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.

I don't believe virginity is common as it used to be.

It's something families could do together. They can be passed on from father to son, or father to daughter.

We need nearly every department, with the exception of police, fire and rescue, to look at what they can cut. Maybe there are some projects we need to put on hold.