Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

If you don't recount your family history, it will be lost. Honor your own stories and tell them too. The tales may not seem very important, but they are what binds families and makes each of us who we are.

I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, "This is what I believe. Finished." What I believe is alive ... and open to growth

I got so discouraged, I almost stopped writing. It was my 12-year-old son who changed my mind when he said to me, "Mother, you've been very cross and edgy with us and we notice you haven't been writing. We wish you'd go back to the typewriter. That did a lot of good for my false guilts about spending so much time writing. At that point, I acknowledged that I am a writer and even if I were never published again, that's what I am."

A good laugh heals a lot of hurts.