I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

It's like picking up an unfamiliar piece of sheet music & starting to stumble through it, only to realize it is a melody you'd once learned by heart, one you can play without even trying.

The ability to find sparks may be buried so deep in you that you stop believing there's a God. Until someone comes along, with so much light in her that you can't help but see your own, and when you're together,that light grows even brighter.

Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.

I have always written about subjects that engage me - questions I can't answer myself. They apparently tend to be big moral and ethical issues!

The world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits.