Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.

While I wasn't certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to them. Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.

Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.

But in my humble opinion, a house needs a good party once in a while; remind folks it exists.

After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.

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