When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.

You spend 90% of your adult life hoping for a long rest and the last 10% trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired.

The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

Happiness is having a dream you cannot let go of and a partner who would never ask you to.

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

Sometimes, in a moral struggle, we discover the right thing to do - just as, on some cold day long ago, we discovered mittens pinned to our coat sleeve.

We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.