Sometimes two people stay together for the sake of the kids - two kids who sat under a full moon and pledged to be forever true.

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.

Anything we tell our kids about life is a placemarker until they figure it out for themselves.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

No matter what it is, if you aren't happy striving for it, you won't be happy achieving it.

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