The significant, life-forming times are the dull, in-between times.
I remember the first time I held my book, my first book in my hands. I cannot tell you how it moved me.
There's nothing trite about being consoled in a world that does everything in its power to deliver sorrow.
Easter is never deserved.
Let's just say that I was raised by my grandparents.
...weary of k knowing too much and understanding too little.