The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.

We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded.

Never use the passing years as an excuse for old age.

Wherever a mom goes, a prayer has been already there.

Most often, walking alone with my shadow is how I find my answer, the result of gathering together all agreeable parties.