I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

The English judged a person so that they'd be justified in casting her out. The Amish judged a person so that they'd be justified in welcoming her back. Where I'm from, if someone is accused of sinning, it's not so that others can place blame. It's so that the person can make amends and move on.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

A duck walks into a bar and the bartender asks, what'll it be? The duck doesn't answer because it's a duck.

There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back. You can deceive him on purpose. You can deliver him into the hands of his enemy, when he trusts you. You can break a promise. The question is, if you do any of those things, are you also betraying yourself?