I've been screwed and sued and tattooed, and I'm still standin' here in front of you.

I was a veritable Johnny Appleseed of grand expectations, and all I reaped for my trouble was a harvest of bitter fruit.

You can measure the happiness of a marriage by the number of scars that each partner carries on their tongues, earned from years of biting back angry words.

What are you willing to give up, in order to become who you really need to be?

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.

God dwells within you, as you.

As somebody who, in my second marriage, insisted on a prenuptial agreement, I can also testify that sometimes it is an act of love to chart the exit strategy before you enter the union, in order to make sure that not only you, but your partner as well, knows that there will be no World War III should hearts and minds, for any sad reason, change.