It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

One can only imagine how effective justice might be if admissible in a court of law.

Family life is a daily struggle to turn love into happiness.

What happens if I do nothing?

For some it is love undeniably. For others it is making it work, never actually knowing what it is.

A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.

All my life I've wanted, just once, to say something clever without losing my train of thought