From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."

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

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

To find someone who will love you through success and failure is to discover how little life has to do with either.

Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?