Superstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over.

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.