That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.

Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

And maybe that was how it was supposed to be...Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly.

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

What I know now about life is this: your mother is a part of everything you do and everything you are.

From the first time we met, we knew everything that mattered about each other, didn't we? We just knew. I guess that's what best friends are: parts of each other.

He is a man, and he is afraid. This is not a good combination.

Mind doesn't work properly when taken intoa higher level where fear dominates the will.

At Times I Am A Flower...at times I am a flower ~singularly defined ...

We will grow old and die, eventually.Then I'll see you in Heaven.

Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning.

Most of the time you're writing for radio, you're writing for a label, you're writing to stick a hit, and you end up coming out with something that isn't necessarily genuine.

Most attractive males talk to most attractive women as if they were Rotarians comparing sales percentages in Des Moines.

I am defining leadership in terms of the role, not the position.

Set your heart on doing good. Do it over and over again, and you will be filled with joy.

Better to think of writing, of what one does, as an activity, rather than an identity to keep the calling a verb rather than a noun.

Wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind is to cure melancholy by madness.