For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?