As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.

I often find that I rock back and forth with a beat in my head constantly. If i stop rocking, it usually means I've hit a snag in my writing.

I still think there is a way to take all the mistakes that we've made as adults and put a little bit of a salve on them, a little bit of a fix on them, if we just are a little smarter in what we teach our kids.

So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!

"You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?"

This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for.

She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.