I took you to that windy hill where stars on every side fall away

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I felt like I played in a very rough football game with no hitting above the waist.

I want my kids to grow up to be a useful citizen.

The greatest wonder is never being able to know what will happen next. No matter how hard you try, the future will always be ahead of you.

Four things let us ever keep in mind: God hears prayer, God heeds prayer, God answers prayer, and God delivers by prayer.

People don't really want to know what happens. They ask you for just a second, but then they don't want to know.

Poetry dovetails contradictions.

I feel like it's important to use this gift God gave me, my life and my career to do something to make the world a better place. It's an easy thing for me to do.

A little showbiz never hurt anyone.

And the leaves were telling secrets to the wind.

There are parts of me that I feel are beautiful, but they don't have anything to do with my nose.