At the end of the day, I just want to sit with someone I love and chat about what matters and even what doesn’t.

old stories are like old friends (…) you have to visit them from time to time.

On every formal visit a child ought to be of the party, by way of provision for discourse. In the present case it took up ten minutes to determine whether the boy were most like...

We forget that the sweetest joys are found in the simplest acts: hugs, laughter, quiet observation, basic movements, holding hands, pleasant music, shared stories, a listening ear, an unhurried visit, and selfless service. It is...

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.