God always provides a pleasant memory to help ease the pain of a bad experience.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and your life stretched before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints.

As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.

I love the night! It’s not uncommon for me to see the light of a new day before closing my eyes on the old one.

What is writing, after all, except fumbling in darkness endeavoring to light a candle?

When we are very young, our parents inadvertently program us to be what we eventually become. ~ Peggy Toney Horton

The mind can’t delete what the heart won’t let go of.

Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.

Writing unlocks the heart and soul that we might be receptive to God’s blessings.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.

Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God’s blessings.

Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we...

My heart swells with emotion each time I recall the sweetness of my youth!

Remember sixteen – when all the world was new and a lifetime stretched before you like fresh snow just waiting for your footprints?

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.