So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.
Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.
We love those whom we serve (p. 26)
I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.
The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.
You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.