Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.
There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.
Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?
It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.
The lessons this life has planted in my heart pertain more to caring than crops, more to Golden Rule than gold, more to the proper choice than to the popular choice.
[Rejection] made me quit writing once. For six months. I started up again when my then seven-year-old son asked me to start writing again because I was too grumpy when I wasn't writing.