A life without rain is like the sun without shade.

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

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.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

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.

But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.

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