In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.

Life is not yours to take.

My grandfather, a devout Christian, had the gift of healing.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours.

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.