Only by confronting your demons can you ever hope to conquer them.

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.

I think parents should know what their children are reading, and if they truly object, they should tell their kids why, rather than summarily removing a book from their possession.

Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?