Seems to me home is where I am loved and safe and needed.

Just because you don't know everything don't mean you know nothing.

Seems to me God made a big mistake when He failed to put handles on watermelons.

Fathers should make you feel safe.

I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness-- it is there or it is not, you cannot hold it or keep it.

Love brightens and purifies the heart.

Minds, like diapers, need occasional changing.