There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer.

We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.

A life without rain is like the sun without shade.