Love is for children and dimwads.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Love is Chocolate The unprocessed kind. Dark. Bitter. But always with the promise of sweet perfection. All it takes is sugar- that certain someone's kiss, flavored with possibility. If Dani has taught me anything, it's that life is brimming with possibilities. Every single day brings choices.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

The problem with being grounded is it gives you a whole lot of unavoidable time to think. NOt even pulling weeds can take away your ability to plot all the varied and wonderful things you might do to get even, or at least to make up, just get a smidgen for time lost to TV and yard work and house cleaning.

Must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power.

in a woman's womb. another chance. to make the world better.