Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

I do not use profanity in my novels. My characters all go to church.

He thought of her often, and he missed the companionship they'd once shared and the friendship that had been the bedrock of their marriage at its best.

For them, it was nothing but an ordinary day on an ordinary day on an ordinary weekend, but for her, there was something revelatory about the notion that wonderful moments like these existed.

He was ordinary in a world that loved the extraordinary.

You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.

It has to get ugly before it gets pretty!