Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

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.