And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.
I'm a librarian, not an oracle.
Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?
I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."