I’m proud of them, in a way. My little gold stars for surviving. For thriving. They aren’t just mistakes.

Mission is 'the mother of theology'.

Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.

It was amazing what an hour with her sketchpad could do for her mood. She was sure that the lines she drew with her black marker were going to save her years of worry lines in the future.

He was like her favorite type of candy, she realized, a bit sour at first but all sweetness in the long run. Admittedly . . . that tartness was part of the allure all along.

When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. 'Heaven' seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as.

Just when she thought she had it all figured out something happened to test her faith or alter her view of reality.

The flames of the luau bonfire burned brightly. Sparks flew into the sky and disappeared before they reached the stars above. Near the horizon, the moon was large and round and flawless as porcelain.

Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.

The summer night was settling upon the neighborhood like a dark lace veil, casting dappled shadows on the roofs and sidewalks and lawns.

The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and metal surface into a silvery mirage.

Innovations shapes the future and our willingness to explore it makes our existence meaningful.

True, I was rather alone, but loneliness isn't proof of not being right.

To know your purpose, you have to find yourself

Sometimes it's easier to tell ourselves a story.

I'm a complete hypochondriac. If my heart starts beating a little faster than normal, I think I'm having an attack.

Sometimes people don't notice the things others do for them until they stop doing them.

Our Digital Immigrant instructors, who speak an outdated language (that of the pre-digital age), are struggling to teach a population that speaks an entirely new language

Everybody's mainspring is different. And I want to say this - folks whose mainsprings are busted are better dead.

I sing because I'm happy.

A tax cut to compensate for a tax increase is not a cut - it's a con.