After 60, Its Just Patch, Patch, Patch

I Was Seventeen Years Old, A Married Woman Without Real Responsibilities, Miserable About My Mixed-up Emotions, Afraid There Was Something Awfully Wrong With Me Because I Didn't Enjoy Being A Wife. Worst Of All, I Didn't Have Enough To Do.

Stop The Habit Of Wishful Thinking And Start The Habit Of Thoughtful Wishes.

Sometimes I Think That I Cheated My Own Family And My Closest Friends By Giving To Audiences So Much Of The Love I Might Have Kept For Them. But That’s The Way I Was Made; I Truly Don't Think I Could Help It

Mother Was The Disciplinarian, But It Was Daddy Who Could Turn Me Into An Angel With Just One Look.

My Experience Of Emptiness Is That It Is Alive With The Possibility Of Everything Waiting To Be Born