I have fancied myself a rebel, but at every critical moment of my life, I have been exactly the child my parents raised.

The wedding is where two people become one. The marriage is where they decide which one.

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.

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.

If you can wear the hard times of your life as furrows on your brow, you can wear the good times as a twinkle in your eye.

If animals could talk, the world would lose its best listeners.

If you teach your children nothing else, teach them the Golden Rule and "righty-tighty, lefty-loosey.