You thought I was writing The Truth? Honey, I don't even know what The Truth means.

When a miracle happens, even if not to you, its nature is to naturally expand. You can almost feel the warmth on your face.

Death can sneak up on you like a silent kitten, surprising you with its touch and you have a right to act surprised. Other times death stomps in the front door, unwanted and unannounced, and makes its noisy way to your seat on the sofa.

I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each other's lives.

It’s such a part of me, I assume Everyone can see it.

If there's one thing I know it's God does love a good joke.

You can call it the 'Perfect Moment' when the universe aligns and the music in your head actually matches the music outside and all is well.