I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.