There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.

It finally happened. I got the GPS lady so confused, she said, "In one-quarter mile, make a legal stop and ask directions.

What happens if I do nothing?

The world knows how to straighten out a spoiled child but never makes it up to a child deprived.

In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.

If you can't explain something in a few words, try fewer.

The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours.