A book store is a treasure chest. Every time you walk in one, you strike gold.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: In five years, will this matter?
We all have a personal pool of quicksand inside us where we begin to sink and need friends and family to find us and remind us of all the good that has been and will be.
Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.
If we threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
No matter how I feel, I get up, dress up, and show up for life. When I do, the day always serves up more than I could have hoped for. Each day truly is a slice of heaven. Some days the slices are just smaller than others.