Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.

Forgiving others is easier when I remember that I'm human and stupid, too.

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

I just told Max flatly, "I had laser surgery last week to lighten my birthmark," as if it was no big deal. Oh yeah?" he said. Unexpectedly, Max swiveled around, yanked his pants down. The last thing I thought I had wanted to see tonight was Merc walking out the door. I was wrong. It was this stranger's rear end. "Please don't tell me this is one of those stripping telegrams?

What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.