As an author, I like self-help, because clapping can be done by myself, for myself. I should buy gloves.

I’m a master of encouragement. Why should I do work myself when the price of getting others to do it for me is as cheap as cheering them on?

Moms are life’s number one cheerleaders without uniforms.

This was cheering. The real world was still there, it still contained puppies being puppies and cats being cats.

I had a dream about you; you sat at the end of this long road field with things trying to keep me from you. You cheered me on as I became closer to you.