We all arrive on Earth with a round-trip ticket.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

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

Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights.

I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.

The most important story we'll ever write in life is our own-not with ink, but with our daily choices.

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.