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

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.

Don’t see the notes. See the music. See the story it is telling you. Allow the music to change you. Allow it to give you the courage to do whatever you need to

A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.

Sometimes hope is all we have, and to lose that is to lose all.