No Matter How Smart She

Heaven Is Always And Forever Around Us And No Soul Remembered Is Ever Really Gone.

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

Sometimes When You Sacrifice Something Precious, You're Not Really Losing It. You're Just Passing It On To Someone Else.

In College, I Had A Course In Latin, And One Day The Word "divorce" Came Up. I Always Figured It Came From Some Root That Meant "divide." In Truth, It Comes From "divertere," Which Means "to Divert." I Believe That. All Divorce Does Is Divert You, Taking You Away From Everything You Thought You Knew And Everything You Thought You Wanted And Steering You Into All Kinds Of Other Stuff, Like Discussions About Your Mother's Girdle And Whether She Should Marry Someone Else.

You Can Be A Mama's Boy, Be A Daddy's Boy, But You Can't Be Both. So You Cling To The One You Think You Might Lose.