The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.

Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point, or perish.

Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.

Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.

Follow your heart, and you perish.

Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.

Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have little to do.