A member of the committee slapped a name tag over my left bosom. "What shall we name the other one?" I smiled. She was not amused.

Let me put it this way. According to my girth, I should be a ninety-foot redwood.

There is only one thing harder in this world than forgiving. It's to ask forgiveness armed only with, 'I'm sorry'.

Friends are "annuals" that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a "perennial" that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There's a place in the garden for both of them.

Before you try to keep up with the Joneses, be sure they're not trying to keep up with you.

I never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.