Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what — if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.

Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long.

The clash between child and adult is never as stubborn as when the child within us confronts the adult in our child.

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

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme.