Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.

It's hard to visualize the toys you had fifty years ago - all save bear. He's as clear as if he were sitting on the desk in front of you...of course...he probably is.

The baby rises to its feet, takes a step, is overcome with triumph and joy - and falls flat on its face. It is a pattern for all that is to come! But learn from the bewildered baby. Lurch to your feet again. You'll make the sofa in the end.

Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, singers of songs.

You never realize how much your mother loves you till you explore the attic - and find every letter you ever sent her, every finger painting, clay pot, bead necklace, Easter chicken, cardboard Santa Claus, paperlace Mother's Day card and school report since day one.