It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.

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?

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.