The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy.

The search for God's presence was much of a mystery as God himself, and what was God if not a mystery?

How about we just see where life takes us for awhile?

As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man -- the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn't exist.

If relationships were hard, mariage was even harder... it seemed like most couples struggled. It went with the territory. What did Nana always say? Stick two different people with two different sets of expectations under one roof and it ain't always going to be shrimp and grits on Easter.

It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.

It’s never too late to do the right thing.