Love is never convenient-and rarely painless

Joy isn't the natural response to blessings - joy is what comes from acknowledging them.

Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.

Don't try to write what other people are writing - write what is true to you.

There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

Rarely do we invest the time to open the book of another's life. When we do, we are usually surprised to find its cover so misleading and its reviews so flawed.