You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

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

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

I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you're sure God will answer your prayer just so you'll stop asking.

Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.