But our eyes are different, what you see ain't what I see.

If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.

When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

I always look for a "rhythm" in my writing. A cadence to the sentences. Sometimes I think of pieces I write in a song writing infrastructure - i.e., a verse, a chorus that I return to, a bridge that's something differenct, a chorus that I return to.

Fear is how you lose your life...a little bit at a time...What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.