My Parents Used To Say

I Always Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer.

Forgiveness Makes You Feel Better. As Soon As You Forgive, You're Free.

God Grows Fragrant Flowers Of Hope In The Ashes Of Loss.

The Death Of A Friendship Was Usually Slow And Insidious, Like The Wearing Away Of A Hillside After Years Of Too Much Rain. A Handful Of Misunderstandings, A Season Of Miscommunication, The Passing Of Time, And Where Once Stood Two Women With A Dozen Years Of Memories And Tears And Conversation And Laughter—where Once Stood Two Women Closer Than Sisters—now Stood Two Strangers.

The Truth Was This: Love Is A Decision.