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

Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.

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

But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.

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

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