Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

Psychologists now recognize that the need in some people to have a dozen cats is really a sublimated desire to have two dozen cats.

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette.

There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.

In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

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