She who heals herself, heals others.

A good story invites us into someone else's world where we learn, discover commonalities, and leave with compassion and understanding.

The power to heal is all in the hug.

Each of you are a voice. Together we are a choir, a powerful choir of change that circles the globe with love.

I already know sorrow. Today I choose joy.

The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.

It’s okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it’s vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

I carry your kindness wherever I go. That way your love touches far more than just me.

Hugs are nourishment for the heart.

Sharing your story is a courageous step towards healing your own heart.

Purposefully look for something beautiful today.

I hear something in her words that's right, but it's hard to believe her right now.

By giving up 'the need' and 'the want', things begin to happen for you

If I feel like I am about to explode, I take a minute to evaluate what it is that I have on my plate, make a to-do list, and start tackling what I need to do, one step at a time.

Confusion is the main cause of worry

The general will is always right.

I want to believe as many true things and as few false things as possible.

I think the real understanding comes when we recognize our humanity in each other. That's not just between blacks and whites. That's between all religions as well.

The beach is in our blood. Everyone in our family returns to the beach instinctively, just like the sea turtles.

Lookin' for love in all the wrong places, no fine girls just ugly faces.