What a blessing to be alone with your thoughts when so many are alone with their inability to think.

Does it seem sometimes that you are always the one to break an embarrassing silence — and always by saying something more embarrassing than the silence?

Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining?

It helps if you don't see it as traffic but rather as thousands of individuals resolved to press on another day.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

Since the majority is always wrong, might we try one election day where all the losers take office?

What a blessing to be alone with your thoughts when so many are alone with their inability to think.