... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.

It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.

Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized.

I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton

The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.