Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.

Life is a series of family photos in which you keep moving to the rear until finally you're a portrait in the background.

Often, what seems an impossible climb is just a staircase without the steps drawn in.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

Life is a series of tasks that you absolutely must get done before they don't matter any more.

One day you just say "To heck with it," and you go looking for trouble, and you find happiness.

In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."