We are Godseekers all, though some be churchgoing believers and others pilgrims to an unknown shrine.

I am not your dog, but if every time you saw me, you gave me a backrub, I would run to greet you, too.

A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided.

It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

Why try to be someone you're not? Life is hard enough without adding impersonation to the skills required.

What you don't realize as a kid is that if your parents are always going to be there for you, they aren't going to be somewhere else doing exciting and glamorous things.

Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?