I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

Although I'm sure there are plenty of tall, gorgeous, life-of-the-party guys who are also true to their wives, I happen to believe that a disproportionate number of them are cheaters.

I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance, sometimes through calculated decisions. In the end, it can all be called fate, but to me, it is more a matter of faith.

I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.

I will find the good in this loss. I will make something happen that wouldn't have happened otherwise.

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

I don't break up, I trade up