Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.

Most people would rather defend to the death your right to say it than listen to it.

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

Sometimes I imagine a get-together where I introduce my family to my blogger friends and my blogger friends introduce my family to me.

I am never five minutes into stripping the clutter from my life before I start running into the clutter that is my life.

It is easy to mistake being ready for a wedding with being ready for marriage.

Eventually you realize that not all opposing viewpoints come from people who oppose you.