Writing Is A Job, A Talent, But

I Have Seven Step-siblings From My Mother's Second And Third Marriages. My Degree Of Closeness To My Step-siblings Varies Among The Seven But I Have A Great Sense Of Loyalty To All Of Them, Especially The Four From My Childhood. If Those People Needed My Help I Would Be There For Them.

I Have Been Accused Of Being A Pollyanna, But I Think There Are Plenty Of People Dealing With The Darker Side Of Human Nature, And If I Am Going To Write About People Who Are Kind And Generous And Loving And Thoughtful, So What? In My Life I Have Met Astonishingly Good People.

Happiness Compresses Time, Makes It Dense And Bright, Pocketsized.

It Was Too Much Work To Remember Things You Might Not Have Again, And So One By One They Opened Up Their Hands And Let Them Go.

If Someone Loves You For What You Can Do Then It's Flattering, But Why Do You Love Them? If Someone Loves You For Who You Are Then They Have To Know You, Which Means You Have To Know Them.