My goal now is to dance all the dances as long as I can, and then to sit down contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on because there wasn't another dance left in me.

What I notice is that every adult or child I give a new set of Crayolas to goes a little funny. The kids smile, get a glazed look on their faces, pour the crayons out, and just look at them for a while....The adults always get the most wonderful kind of sheepish smile on their faces--a mixture of delight and nostalgia and silliness. And they immediately start telling you about all their experiences with Crayolas.

Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.

I once listed all the good things I did over the past year, and then turned them into resolution form and backdated them. That was a good feeling

The point is that getting married for lust or money or social status or even love is usually trouble. The point is that marriage is a maze into which we wander - a maze that is best got through with a great companion.

Is it always to be a winners-losers world, or can we keep everyone in the game? Do we still have what it takes to find a better way?

You can't always explain everything you do to everybody, you know.