There might be a few things in a woman's life that a romantic interlude won't cure, but I don't know any of them.

Remember, no matter what life throws at us, we can always bake a cake!

The seasons of life are not meant to be frenetic, just full. Blessed is the woman who knows her own limits.

That each day that you love, honor, and respect your own unique point of view, you're a step closer to finding a fortune.

Your life at this exact moment is a direct result of choices you made once upon a time. Thirty minutes or 30 year ago.

All of us know about learning life's lessons through pain, struggle, and loss. But few of us realize that it is often the gentlest lessons that teach us most. Serendipity can instruct us as much as sorrow.

Today carve out a quiet interlude for yourself in which to dream, pen in hand. Only dreams give birth to change.