Sometimes, in a moral struggle, we discover the right thing to do - just as, on some cold day long ago, we discovered mittens pinned to our coat sleeve.

You spend 90% of your adult life hoping for a long rest and the last 10% trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired.

Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.

Just once it might be instructive to pretend you're accepting an award for failure, just to see who you would thank.

For every person you can trust, there was first a child who was trusted.

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.