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

When life takes the wind out of your sails, it is to test you at the oars.

If we would see others as they see themselves, our shyness would soon become compassion.

Happiness is life served up with a scoop of acceptance, a topping of tolerance and sprinkles of hope, although chocolate sprinkles also work.

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.

A cat, after being scolded, goes about its business. A dog slinks off into a corner and pretends to be doing a serious self-reappraisal.

While I occasionally enjoy a bout of nostalgia, I would generally rather dream forward than backward.